Delightfully tacky, yet unrefined...

[tek2way]

Tonight was looking like a normal night. That is, I was going to sit in front of my computer until I tired of dealing with any of it, and went to bed. Instead, I got a message from nyminal about possibly going to Hooters so he could unwind after work. I was there in short order. After all, I love my chicken wings. (No, really.)

We arrived, and got a seat next to the place where the waitresses pick up their meals. We didn't drink, since no one was around to drive us home, but we agreed that it was weird to do that. I think that, should I go again, I must have at least one beer while I'm there, preferably while I'm eating.

Also, there were no sports on that I could give a crap about. ESPN was running High School Football, for crying out loud. If I'm eating hot wings, and drinking a beer, I should have a decent sports program on. *sigh* This is what happens when the Marlins play against the Yankees in the World Series: No one cares anymore. I can't wait until the last few weeks of football season. Then, it'll be real fun up there, with some REAL sports on the big-screens.

I picked up a calendar while I was there, which was nice, but I had never asked for one when I was stone cold sober before. Usually, I'm too frickin' shy to ask. What's my bloody deal? I'm hopeless sometimes. Maybe this means I'm getting better about it. I can only hope.

We found ourselves ready to leave after only an hour. I'm not the sort of person to get wasted, but it just seemed wrong to leave when we hadn't even been there for an hour. Next time, man, next time. I need to go more often. I forgot how much I enjoy that place.

I filled my car's gas tank, and we drove around for no good reason. Mainly, I was not in a mood to head home. So we chatted about all kinds of crap, and I managed to give him a tour of all the places that had Bernita-related memories. Sheesh. :) Still, it was fun.

By the time I got to his apartment, we were discussing how we'd do a gaming store. It was neat, even if I did my usual thing, and obsess about it until I was at the table, using miniatures to lay out a blueprint of what the shop would look like. :)

After that, I came home and hung my calendar. I will be crashing soon, since I am supposed to try to go to Comic Cellar tomorrow. Heather, the owner's girlfriend, is going to teach me how to play FFG's A Game of Thrones card game. I could think of less enjoyable ways of spending my second day off. Oh, and Alex will be 20, so I'll probably have him in tow. Who knows? I sure don't.

Until then...

Comments

[jartravian.livejournal.com]

>>Heather, the owner's girlfriend, is going to teach me how to play FFG's A Game of Thrones card game.

Good luck concentrating on the game.

[tek2way.livejournal.com]

Really. I'm going to need all the help I can get. I wonder how Jason deals with this kind of thing. I don't know how I wouldn't be jealous as hell in the same situation. Still, as long as he doesn't jump the counter, I'm probably safe. :)

[jartravian.livejournal.com]

You might be safe regardless.

I think you could take him. You're twice his size.

[tek2way.livejournal.com]

Hehehe.. Easier said than done. Though, I'll take your comment under advisement. :)

(I need to go up there, too. I think I'm waiting on Alex, since he wanted to do something today. He better get online soon, though.)