My name is...

Last time we went to Continental Divide with some friends, I quickly ran in to get us on the waiting list. This restaurant is always so busy and popular - because it's deliciously good - I knew we'd be waiting a while on this Friday evening. Their system is real casual, you walk in and a waitress will come over with a pad of paper and write your name down and number in your party. I walked up to the front and the server walks over and says, "How many?" I tell her 5 and ask how long the wait is. She tells me and moves on to the next hungry customer. I realize I didn't tell her my name and not wanting to get slighted, I interrupt, "Oh sorry, I didn't tell you my name!" The brunette waitress sheepishly looks at me and hesitates by saying, "Oh,uh...haha..yeah. I just wrote Blonde." 

Ok. Blonde. I wasn't offended. I was just mulling over what being labeled as that meant. Still not sure.