This past weekend my man and I completed the television series, Twin Peaks. He had never seen the show, and it is frankly one of my favorites. To commemorate the occasion, we went to Bookhouse on Ponce de Leon. Bookhouse is a loose Twin Peaks theme bar. More Twin Peaks than the restaurant named Twin Peaks. My man and I sat down and immediately our server was not hearing us and we were having trouble understanding each other. It was frustrating because there wasn’t loud music.
Luckily, my man likes wings almost as much as I do so we ordered some to share. I ask our server about the hot wings and it feels like I am speaking another language. I feel I must be speaking like Laura Palmer in the Black Lodge. He tells me it’s a Texas Pete base. Sure. Fine. Just give me some yummy wings.
The wings are meh.
When he meant Texas Pete base, he meant that they didn’t make a sauce, they just poured Texas Pete and a little cracked pepper on some cooked chicken wings and put them in a basket.
I wanted these wings to be the saving grace of the evening but they weren’t.
Our server then disappeared for about 30min. We just wanted some cocktails and so did the other tables around us. When he finally came back, he didn’t apologize or give an explanation. Aloof and disinterested. Sometimes all you want is someone to apologize and move on.
That whole day was full of miscommunication. I am a fan of talking and writing. Obviously.
It can be challenging being someone who has to talk things out and express everything verbally. I am not good about being coy with my emotions or thoughts.
My mouth ran away from me before we went to Bookhouse. I didn’t communicate well. And once I realized what I did, I did like that server did… I hid. I clammed up. It didn’t help at all. While I had talked too much, I should have thought about my words and explained where I was coming from. I hate thinking that a wag of the tongue, a vibration of vocal chords, and a movement of lips can cause damage to someone that means so much to me.
I have never been in a relationship this long before. (I am not counting my freshman year of high school boyfriend who was super crazy. Crazy as in, he bought me a promise ring and wanted to get married after high school.) I don’t know what I am doing. I haven’t been in a relationship like this. I am having a hard time getting used to what’s happening in my heart and all the adjustments I am making to make sure I am the best friend and girlfriend I can be.
Just like with wings, there will be baskets of wings that aren’t the best but you learn where to go, what to avoid, and what to order. And that motorcycle rides really do help clear your head.