Went down to Mardi Gras on George Street the other night with Ash and Yellow Dude, and had a blast (of course). The evening was a ton of fun. YD's Jack Skellington costume was a hit, my Vampire Queen costume was exactly what I wanted it to be, and Ash's rocker outfit looked badass. We heard some great music, saw some great costumes, just generally had the sort of time you'd expect from Mardi Gras. When we got bored of the street around three thirty in the morning, we hit the Celtic Hearth for some dinner, as we usually do. Which is where some random woman walking past leaned over my shoulder and grabbed my sandwich.
Of all the weird people on the Street, this lady was the weirdest. Like, seriously. I don't go downtown often, but when I do there are always weirdos, and this person was the weirdo to out-weird all weirdos. Exactly how drunk or how stupid do you have to be to walk past a complete stranger's table in a restaurant, take a liking to their sandwich, and proceed to grab it off their plate? I was talking about something or other to Ash and YD, and all of a sudden they just got this look of utter shock on their faces. Ash, momentarily speechless (an oddity, to say the least) managed to point towards my plate and say, "Uh, Robin!" in a horrified tone.
I look over and see some random person's hand clawed around my sandwich and from behind me I hear some woman say, "Oh, can I have this?" Without thinking, I knock her hand away and hunch protectively over my plate, my hands belatedly forming a shield over my poor groped food and saying, "Um, NO!" I never did see her face, but Ash and YD told me later that her expression was really offended, and I hear her go "Awww!" in a disappointed tone as she leaves the restaurant. Maybe she thought that by getting her hands all over my meal I'd be too disgusted to keep it and she'd get away with the bounty or something. Clearly she has no idea how possessive I get over my food. Back off, lady. I'll fuckin' bite.