Kids ask the darndest things
Like, how did you meet?, what was the first thing you said when you met?, and my personal favorite, are you going to get married?
Unfortunately shed already had her snow cone, so there was no way to bargain my way out of the situation; i.e. unless you stop asking questions, you dont get a snow cone.
Anyhoo, finally met Evils dad on Friday night. Firm handshake
He probably thinks Im out of my gourd as, for some reason, hed got it into his head that I live in a mission.
I figured this was some kind of clever joke, so I played along. When Evil finally interrupted and asked just what the hell we were talking about, well it was just a lot of confusion.
Well, he was confused I just looked like an ass...
Embarrassment aside, it was a pleasant evening. Evils sister even summoned her culinary talents and filled our bellies with a real home cooked meal! Praise be!
Ended up passing out way early on Saturday night. But that was OK as it had us up bright and early on Sunday, allowing for a trip to Pinks. Ya see, Pinks has the finest collection of lips and assholes outside of a Beverly Hills plastic surgeon's office that you're ever likely to find
Um
Never mind that analogy. Ill keep it simple: Hotdogs! Pinks has really, really good hotdogs.
The thing is, the hotdogs are so good that if you go during normal hotdog consumption hours, you could spend over an hour waiting in line. Thus the best plan of action is to have your hotdog for breakfast. This is good as, A) you avoid the long line, and B) you have the entire day to work off the eight or nine thousand calories you just consumed.
Then it was off to the L.A. County Museum of Art to absorb a little culture. For as many times as Ive been there, I dont think Ive ever made it up to the third floor. It really is amazing when ya think about how many significant works of art there are in Los Angeles (of all places).
And I was reminded of just how much I miss painting. Not that I was all that great at it, but it kept me sane or saner, at any rate. I just cant seem to find the spare time anymore...
Oh, and we saw Owen Wilson mulling about the museum It would have been way cooler if it had been Steve Martin roller skating
Finally, we finished Evils edumacation in the ways of the Force. Im a tolerant person and try to look beyond anothers flaws, but Id be damned if I was gonna be cavorting about with one of those freaks who are ignorant of Star Wars!
I mean really, have you ever met one of these people??? I once met a girl who said, Isnt Han Solo like Lukes dad, or something?!!! My ears started bleeding as I ran away screaming something about corn flakes... It took firefighters nearly three days to coax me out of the well Id accidentally flung myself into in search of my happy spot.
It was an ugly time For all of us
Like, how did you meet?, what was the first thing you said when you met?, and my personal favorite, are you going to get married?
Unfortunately shed already had her snow cone, so there was no way to bargain my way out of the situation; i.e. unless you stop asking questions, you dont get a snow cone.
Anyhoo, finally met Evils dad on Friday night. Firm handshake
He probably thinks Im out of my gourd as, for some reason, hed got it into his head that I live in a mission.
I figured this was some kind of clever joke, so I played along. When Evil finally interrupted and asked just what the hell we were talking about, well it was just a lot of confusion.
Well, he was confused I just looked like an ass...
Embarrassment aside, it was a pleasant evening. Evils sister even summoned her culinary talents and filled our bellies with a real home cooked meal! Praise be!
Ended up passing out way early on Saturday night. But that was OK as it had us up bright and early on Sunday, allowing for a trip to Pinks. Ya see, Pinks has the finest collection of lips and assholes outside of a Beverly Hills plastic surgeon's office that you're ever likely to find
Um
Never mind that analogy. Ill keep it simple: Hotdogs! Pinks has really, really good hotdogs.
The thing is, the hotdogs are so good that if you go during normal hotdog consumption hours, you could spend over an hour waiting in line. Thus the best plan of action is to have your hotdog for breakfast. This is good as, A) you avoid the long line, and B) you have the entire day to work off the eight or nine thousand calories you just consumed.
Then it was off to the L.A. County Museum of Art to absorb a little culture. For as many times as Ive been there, I dont think Ive ever made it up to the third floor. It really is amazing when ya think about how many significant works of art there are in Los Angeles (of all places).
And I was reminded of just how much I miss painting. Not that I was all that great at it, but it kept me sane or saner, at any rate. I just cant seem to find the spare time anymore...
Oh, and we saw Owen Wilson mulling about the museum It would have been way cooler if it had been Steve Martin roller skating
Finally, we finished Evils edumacation in the ways of the Force. Im a tolerant person and try to look beyond anothers flaws, but Id be damned if I was gonna be cavorting about with one of those freaks who are ignorant of Star Wars!
I mean really, have you ever met one of these people??? I once met a girl who said, Isnt Han Solo like Lukes dad, or something?!!! My ears started bleeding as I ran away screaming something about corn flakes... It took firefighters nearly three days to coax me out of the well Id accidentally flung myself into in search of my happy spot.
It was an ugly time For all of us
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I don't mind the drive anymore.
I use the time to practice singing.
Shuddup.
If you want me to come, we can hang out there tomorrow and get back to OC around 7ish.