We worked so hard over the summer and fall of 1997, that when winter came to Halifax, the events slowed down. At first there was a sigh of relief, we didn't have to go out on a Saturday. Then Cabin Fever hit, and people were asking, "when are we going to do something?"
Sue and I went to Sunday Brunch at Keddy's Motor Inn in Dartmouth. The price was reasonable and the selection was magnificent. On our way out, we approached the waitress and asked if they accepted groups. We mentioned that the group would be in costume. As we talked, I got the impression she was not too sure of the state of our mental health. Klingons at a Sunday Brunch??!!!
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| March 16, 1997 |
We put it to the club. It had been a while since we had any activity, and the club voiced a collective "yes".
I called Keddy's and again, asked if they would accommodate the Klingons for Sunday Bunch. They wanted to know how many, and as I recall, we planned for around twenty.
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| February 14, 1999 Keddy's Brunch |
The Sunday Morning patrons were dumbfounded when we walked in. We created a scene. The most common question was, "is there a convention in town?"
"Nope, we just wanted to get into costume."
We did this twice a year for two or three years, until they demolished the Motel.
Prior to the demolishing though, Sue and I were participating at Banook Kayak Club in Dartmouth. It was in July I think. Keddy's was about a half mile from the event, so we decided to go for lunch. We strolled up Prince Albert Road, and when we got to Keddy's a new waitress was at the door to the restaurant.
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| Q'Oneqo Self Portrait |
She took one look at us, did a 180 degree turn and disappeared into the kitchen area. Sue and I were caught off guard. We expected to be seated. We waited by the "Please Wait To Be Seated" sign for about three minutes. Another waitress, who we knew, came over. She was laughing so hard, her mascara was running.
She said, "It was the funniest thing", the waitress who bolted, "went to the cook and yelled, 'there are Klingons in the restaurant'."
The Chef froze, turned and snapped, "how many!?"
"Two!"
It was the look on the new waitresses face that made the waitress we knew laugh so hard.
This one had me guffawing with tears streaming down my cheeks. I can picture you and Sue politely standing by the "Please wait to be seated sign."
ReplyDeleteThe comment by the chef indicating that, "only two," was the clincher.