rice and seafood, and cute wedge shoes

so somewhere between walking around in shoes that are admittedly either a size too small for me or just made of incredibly incredibly tight leather, and listening to some friends tell the unsuspecting waiting at the tapas bar that the paella we ordered was all bad for a number of reasons, i realized something.

i'm not a complainer.

i mean, i'm a whiner like most people are. i whine about, well, the fact that my shoes are too small, and about law school, and my boyfriend when he forgets things that he shouldn't forget. but in the general sense of the word, when in comes to things in public, i'm not a complainer.

take tonight for example. my shoes are too tight for me. i bought them almost a year ago online, got them in the mail, tried them on, and realized that yes, they are too small. but i didn't return them. i don't know why i didn't, i just didn't. since then, i haven't taken them out of the shoe box. tonight, however, i thought to myself: lets try the shoes out. did i think my feet shrunk? did i think the shoes had magically stretched themselves out while resting quietly in a box at the bottom of my closet? no. but i put them on anyway.

and a little later, i'm sitting around a table at a cute little tapas bar on piedmont ave and we're about to pay our bill. the waiter comes back to clear our dishes and someone says how the paella (which i of course didn't eat because the shellfish would have sent me in to anaphylactic shock) was a bit burnt. then someone chimes in that it was really greasy. and someone else says how they used bacon to cook the rice (which - and i didn't know this - you should never do with paella). and someone mentions that it was really just not good at all. however, as we're all saying this, it's made a bit awkward by the fact that the paella bowl is sitting in the middle of our table...empty. but this goes on for a few minutes, and then it's made clear to our waiter that this is not being said to get the cost of the paella taken off of the check, but rather to offer some constructive criticism.

and N. leans over to me and whispers, "you must be just so uncomfortable. this goes against everything about you."

so i thought about it, and then i realized he was sort of right. i'm not sure if it's a cultural thing or just me and the way i was raised, but for some reason, i don't complain. if a waiter gives me the wrong order, i'll eat it. if what i ordered tastes bad, i'll suffer through it and remember not to order it again next time. if my waiter sucks, well...okay, then i cut the tip. but you get the picture. i just hate feeling like i'm inconveniencing someone. i don't know. maybe it's a side effect of being shy.

bottom line is that the paella was indeed taken off the check, and my shoes are now broken in and quite comfy.


OFF TOPIC:
it's been officially confirmed that taylor lautner will continue to play jacob in new moon!