>Last night we went to this restaurant called Gladstones. It was in Malibu right on the beach. My parents were really amped up about going to this place. I thought I went into the whole experience with an open mind. Maybe if we didn’t have to wait for 2 hours for a table, I would have been a little more amenable to the place.
Let me just say this about myself. I have this problem with germs. It’s not a big problem, but I have germaphobic tendencies. Plus, I don’t like seafood or crowds, at all. So of course this restaurant is packed beyond all imaginable fire codes and has only 2 non-seafood items on its menu. Add to that the fact that there is this giant barrel of peanuts that EVERYONE is eating out of. Not only that, but they are just throwing the spent shells onto the ground like we’re at some Little League game. I started pounding Coors Lights just so I could deal with the free flowing peanut shells which I know are making their way into my shoes. It was like these people were animals. All semblance of manners were out the door. I actually saw this one girl with a small hill of peanut shell dust on her Pradas. Up until that moment, I thought I wasn’t high maintenance, but I guess I was wrong.