Alright so the plan was to go shopping with grams on monday and I was going to pick her up at 10:30. Well she called and was like "your grandpa has a doctors appointment so we'll have to go in the evening."
Ok, my definition of evening = 5+
Her definition of evening = 2+
So I'm still in bed because I fell asleep in the morning. Two o' clock comes around and I hear the doorbell ring. Who is it? Grams. So I get in the shower and try to hurry up but she's like "I'm gonna go home, do you want to pick me up there?" so I was like "yeah sure I'll give you a call when I'm on my way." so I finish getting ready, and I leave to go pick her up. I get there to be greeted by the massive rotweiler, Brutus. This dog scares the shit out of me. It weighs 180lbs, ok that's 50 fucking pounds heavier than I am. He's already tried to bite me and when I was little he pinned me down outside. Wouldn't you be scared? Anywho, we leave and go to this 'outside' mall in Carmel, where all the rich bitches live/shop. When we get there we go to Dick's Sporting Goods or whatever it's called because I needed some clothes to coach in. Since none of you know, I played volleyball for 6 years. My volleyball 'career' is over now, and my old coach wanted me to coach the 5th grade Noblesville Volleyball Club team. The first practice is this Sunday, and I figured I sure as hell couldn't coach them in jeans. After spending forever in there, we went to Victoria's Secret. It was kind of weird seeing as how I was with my grandma, but while she was looking for some pj's I grabbed some new underwear/panties/whatever you want to call them. It was really nice of her to pay for everything. When we were walking back to my car we went to this grill. We walked in and there was this huge fish tank filled with salt water fish. It was beautiful. But, being me I didn't stop to think that this might be a seafood grill. It didn't hit us until we ordered our drinks and looked at the menu.
Note: We both hate seafood.
Figures, right? Well we figured we'd stay, so I ordered this salad that had nothing on it, and she got some onion soup. They had this huge cruton in the middle of her soup. It was discusting looking, you couldn't even jackhammer the thing and break it apart. Ick. Anyway, my salad was healthy, but I was still hungry when I got finished eating. I didn't say anything though because you know, I'm polite like that. On the brighter side of things, I ate healthy, the fish were awesome, and the waiter was really nice. After we payed, I drove her home and came here. Thats when I tried entering that journal entry, AND IT FAILED. It was terminated, but if that didn't happen, you wouldn't be reading this now would you?
*copies*
The end.
Ok, my definition of evening = 5+
Her definition of evening = 2+
So I'm still in bed because I fell asleep in the morning. Two o' clock comes around and I hear the doorbell ring. Who is it? Grams. So I get in the shower and try to hurry up but she's like "I'm gonna go home, do you want to pick me up there?" so I was like "yeah sure I'll give you a call when I'm on my way." so I finish getting ready, and I leave to go pick her up. I get there to be greeted by the massive rotweiler, Brutus. This dog scares the shit out of me. It weighs 180lbs, ok that's 50 fucking pounds heavier than I am. He's already tried to bite me and when I was little he pinned me down outside. Wouldn't you be scared? Anywho, we leave and go to this 'outside' mall in Carmel, where all the rich bitches live/shop. When we get there we go to Dick's Sporting Goods or whatever it's called because I needed some clothes to coach in. Since none of you know, I played volleyball for 6 years. My volleyball 'career' is over now, and my old coach wanted me to coach the 5th grade Noblesville Volleyball Club team. The first practice is this Sunday, and I figured I sure as hell couldn't coach them in jeans. After spending forever in there, we went to Victoria's Secret. It was kind of weird seeing as how I was with my grandma, but while she was looking for some pj's I grabbed some new underwear/panties/whatever you want to call them. It was really nice of her to pay for everything. When we were walking back to my car we went to this grill. We walked in and there was this huge fish tank filled with salt water fish. It was beautiful. But, being me I didn't stop to think that this might be a seafood grill. It didn't hit us until we ordered our drinks and looked at the menu.
Note: We both hate seafood.
Figures, right? Well we figured we'd stay, so I ordered this salad that had nothing on it, and she got some onion soup. They had this huge cruton in the middle of her soup. It was discusting looking, you couldn't even jackhammer the thing and break it apart. Ick. Anyway, my salad was healthy, but I was still hungry when I got finished eating. I didn't say anything though because you know, I'm polite like that. On the brighter side of things, I ate healthy, the fish were awesome, and the waiter was really nice. After we payed, I drove her home and came here. Thats when I tried entering that journal entry, AND IT FAILED. It was terminated, but if that didn't happen, you wouldn't be reading this now would you?
*copies*
The end.
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5 is evening.
2 is afternoon.
I don't get to chill with her much seeing as how I am across the entire planet.
Good story tho. I also hate seafood.