Dave and Mike...
so last week I went to a concert in Philly. After polishing off my $8 beer, between bands, I found that I needed to use the restroom. So I walk down the corridor looking for the sign that says restroom, and I charge in. As I run in, I look around, "where the hell are the urinals?" I yell kinda surly. I'm beginning to feel that something is just not right. Then I realize that there are no dudes in here. Only women. Only women who are a little perturbed at the perv, standing in the middle of the ladies room asking where the hell the urinals are. This sweet, maybe 16 year old girl taps me on the shoulder and says, "excuse me mister, you're in the ladies room" At this point I'm a little embarrassed, and a little afraid of the bouncer named Bruiser that will probably kick my arse when I come out of here, I respond, "thanks for the hint, I think I just figured that out." I high tailed my but out of there, and found a proper disgusting men's room, complete with urinals. thankfully, Bruiser didn't kill me.
My legs have felt like ass all week. Dove into the weeks workload before recovering from last weekend I guess. Professor X has me resting today. Granogue is gonna be big and fun. The coures is tough, but good. I hope I can start in the 3rd row again, that was good for me last week. I got my first points, and now I hope for a call up. Well, we'll see how the weekend goes.
Had Kitchen Tacos for dinner tonight. That means I made tacos, and Diane and I stood over the sink and ate them. Yummy stuff.
respect
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1 comment:
Finally! a true sign of marriage eating over the sink, how sweet it is. I can top that though, I ate a fiber bar in the hot tub while my wife rattled off her day over the noise of the bubbles and deathswirl jetstream/vortex that occurs when you have all of the functions on at once.
How do you season your tacos Marc,being the tremendous mexican munchie expert that you are.
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