Now I've Seen it All (at Superior)

There is a place in my mid-sized town where the margaritas flow like water. And as a result, all inhibitions are lost. And as a result, I only eat there Monday through Wednesday evenings or Saturday and Sunday afternoons (unless we're eating there with out-of-town friends. Only for you, Steven and Kelsi!).

It's for my own personal protection and the preservation of my innocence to only eat at Superior at those designated "safe" times. Superior margaritas make people do crazy things.

• I've seen a guy in his early 20s lick sour cream off the nipple of a 50-year-old woman he seemed to be dating. With his parents sitting directly across the table. Eating their dinner. It seemed to be a less than pleasing first impression.
• Ty has witnessed a girl (someone I went to high school with) park at the table he was sitting at and pick food off the plates of complete strangers. He swears she ate every bit of fajita beef within her reach. Again, a less than pleasing first impression.
• This is also the nation's capital for Inappropriate Dancing by Middle-Aged Parents (Yes, your children would be humiliated if they could see you).

So, last night LJ and I decided we would treat ourselves to a much deserved margarita. It was a Monday night. What could happen?

LJ and I watched a guy drop on to his knee and propose to his girlfriend at the table next to us. The girl's first answer: "Why are you doing this in front of all these people?" The girl's second answer: "You need to ask permission from my mom and dad?" I felt bad for the guy. He was rejected in front of a room full of people. But they just went on eating dinner like nothing had happened. How is that possible? How do you recover from such public humiliation?

If you've ever eaten at Superior, I know you have a story. Please share. You must!