Right away mom starts thinking out loud about her selection, leaning toward the Chicken Tostada (still on the mind from last week?), but she wants to know what everyone else is having first. We take turns going around the table saying what we are planning on ordering. Mom wonders if she should order the Fried Macaroni, but wants to know if anyone has ever ordered the Garlic Noodles. Then she wants to know what we're all ordering again because she's already forgotten. The waiter returns to take our orders, mom of course wants to go last, but she forgets to ask him his opinion on her choice and instead tells him in a very halting speech that she wants the "GRILLED.CHICKEN.AND.AVOCADO.CLUB?" but her voice goes up on "club" and it sounds like she's uncertain in her choice. Once the waiter leaves the table mom laments the fact that she didn't ask for his opinion on what to eat.
Over dinner, mom tells us about a violent movie my dad picked out from Blockbuster for them to watch the previous evening, but aside from that she can provide no further details, including who was in it or the film's title.
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