Meeting Parental Expectations

Last weekend, I was fortunate enough to sneak my way into a fancy meal at new San Antonio restaurant Bliss. Luckily, I was able to trick myself into thinking I was independently wealthy, allowing me to enjoy the meal instead of thinking “HOLY SHIT THIS IS COSTING ME *HOW* MUCH?!?” (The brain is a stupid and gullible thing… well, at least mine is.) So, the food at Bliss was amazing. Every single bite of it was wonderful. Go there if you’re in town, and hurry. Be sure to try the scallops.

Moving on – my dad called me on my way home to let me know that he had fixed his technology problem that I was planning on fixing at his house the next morning. While on the phone, I regaled him with descriptions of the food I had just eaten — the duck, the prime rib, the salumi, the wine — and I let him know that the next evening I would also be eating delicious food at another fine restaurant in town, Bin 555. He texted me near the end of the next evening to find out how my second wonderful meal of the weekend was.

What I found out was that I need to step up my game if I want dad to pay attention to things I tell him. He loses interest quickly… very quickly.