Serve or Servant?

so, the other night, some friends of ours took katy and i out to dinner. basically, they told us that they wanted to take us out to eat and weren't taking no for an answer. so, naturally we obliged. we ended up going to the nicest resturant i've probably ever been to in my life. it was amazing and we all had a great time! guys, i don't know if i ever really told you, but thank you so much for a wonderful evening and amazing meal.

i did realize something though. i think the service was too good! the wait staff was constantly doing their job, which might have been a bit much for me. they were constantly filling up my water and tea, switching out the bread every 5 minutes, knowing exactly how each and every food item is prepared, telling us about every wine on the menu and what flavors would hit your pallet, placing black napkins on our laps, constanly rearranging the table and removing used plates and utensils.

so, basically i think i would make a better server than served. i don't like feeling better than anyone else...basically because i don't think i am. i enjoy making others feel welcomed more than i need to feel welcomed by others. i guess i can blame my mom for this one! she is always the one working her butt off in the kitchen making dinner for her family while we all sit around, talk, play games, etc. i'd love to help her, but i wouldn't even know where to start. mom, thanks for being my favorite waiter of all time...and teaching me to serve!