Waffles Are the ONLY Thing That Matters

So today I decided my need for a fresh, warm waffle smothered in butter and so much syrup you could drown in it, outweighed my need for anything else.

When I get these sort of cravings, and they happen quite frequently, everything else goes flying out the window.

After I finally managed to pry myself away from my computer and its endless supply of things to distract me from my need for waffles, it really hit me.  If I did not get waffles, my reason for living would be non-existent.

I texted my friend and convinced him of the urgency of going out to procure waffles.  He decided to spite me by taking a quick shower first.  All I could think is, "We're going to Denny's.  Not a fancy restaurant like Olive Garden.  There's no need for a shower."

Maybe I'm biased right now, but these waffles are darn important.

We finally get in my pickup and begin our drive to Denny's.

I talk feverishly about waffles the entire trip.

We get to Denny's and I begin to plan my waffle experience.  I'm going to have a lot of them.  That is, until I get the menu and there is only ONE waffle related item on the menu.  The Belgian Waffle Slam, which to my horror only come with one waffle, two eggs, two pieces of bacon and two sausage links.

I frantically searched the menus in vain for anything else waffle related.  But to no avail.

A small panic attack creeped through me.  I didn't want A waffle in its non-plural form.  I wanted a freaking HERD of waffles.

It was somewhere amongst this panic that the waitress came.  I made a hasty decision.

Me: I have a serious question about your waffles.  Can I just get the waffles plural and skip everything else?

Waitress: Yes. So you don't want the bacon or...

Me: Nope.  Just the waffles.

Waitress: So two?

Me: Three.  Make it three.  You have no idea how much my life depends on these right now.

She leaves and my friend has his head down on the table in total shame from being with the crazy waffle person and having to sit through this ordeal.

I'm feeling very comfortable with my future waffle situation when the waitress comes back.

Waitress: The Belgian waffles are $6.50 each.  Just so you know.

Me: *after a moments silence for what I'm about to say* Ok....just two waffles....

I sat there after she walked away, morbidly depressed and slightly defeated by how much waffles cost nowadays.  These had better be some pretty freaking impressive waffles.

I can see them!  They're here!

They look phenomenal!!!

OMG!  That's ALL I can say right now!  I'll write more later!!!

The waitress came over to check on us.  I must have given her a stay away from my waffles look because she got this terrified look on her face and booked it outta my waffle time.

Yall should feel very loved that I've been stopping every so often, mid-waffle, to write more of this waffle induced garbage.

My friend is telling me about this magical place where he's from in Virginia that serves nothing BUT waffles.  Not pancakes.  Not croissants.  Waffles.

I must go to this place.

I'm down to the last bite.  Which is ALWAYS the best bite.

Well the waffles are gone, but my love for them will live on forever.

Thank you all for coming with me on my psycho waffle rant.  Please don't look down on me for being crazy.