Bob The Boob

I had a chance to see a fun musical, Anything Goes at the Ahmanson.  We had talked about it at dinner with friends and Chuck said he would go to the theater and get us good seats. That saved the price Ticket Master charges for the same seats. So far so good. We talked about where to eat, I suggested the Pinot Grill, it's outside but they put up heaters and it's a fun place to have drinks and a meal next to the Peace fountain. Now Bob the Boob gets involved.

He wants us to go to dinner at the Founders Circle. If you have a lot of money and like giving it away to theater groups, this is the place for it, only it wasn't his money. He got in because a friend of ours who has Alzheimer's is a member and uses his membership. Nice guy huh. So he tells me to wear a sport jacket. You need a sport jacket to eat there.
 I don't have a sport jacket. I have jeans and shirts.

"Well, I have a sport jacket you can wear," he says to me.

"Why don't we eat at the Pinot Grill? It's fun and you don't need to wear a sport jacket.

"Well I'm paying for it and I want to do a nice thing for you."

Okay, he wants me to dress up so he can do a nice thing, like eat at a stuffy overrated place wearing clothes that don't belong to me.

On the way over to pick up Chuck he tells me they'll provide the sports jacket if I don't have one, which I don't. Okay fine. We pick up Chuck, give him the money for the tickets and when we get into the parking area, that I payed for, Bob the Boob tells me to take my hat off and not wear it in. This in front of Chuck, like I was a ten year old with a booger stuck on my nose.

Now, I'm partial to hats. I remove them when I'm in a theater of course but they are my security blanket. With great hesitation I take off the hat and leave it in the car. We walk in the back entrance and inside, no one is there. There are waiters and a bar, tables and all but nobody else is there.
No one is running over with a jacket to cover my hideous body that screams white trash. Nothing. We sit at any table, they are all without setups. Order a drink and Bob the Boob has already order for us, we don't get a choice. I take the chicken, they have the salmon.

No one else is there, we talk among ourselves, it was like being at a wake without the corpse.

The performance was great and although I had to bite my tongue and thank him for providing the dinner, I did and got through the night. Now get this, this sums up Bob the Boob. On the way back to his house where my car is parked, we pass a church and he tells me that is where an ex of his got married to a woman. They had a thing going and he had wanted a relationship but the guy left him because Bob the Boob was always tricking around. Bob the Boob tells me how much he loved the guy and so I asked Bob the Boob what the guy's name was.

He couldn't remember.

Can you get that, someone he said he wanted to marry and he can't remember his name. I can remember the names of people I loved, how can you not if you loved them, yet he can't remember the name. I had to laugh and did so loudly.