Here's something you might be interested in.
Thursday is always the busiest day of the week for me.
I'm not sure why.
When I used to write bar reviews for the Reader, the clubs would be packed on Thursday nights, because a lot of college students told me they didn't have classes on Friday (or if they were SDSU students, they were skipping them).
I woke up, shaved.
Forgot I was playing racquetball at 1:00 p.m. And shaving a few hours earlier, made my face burn when I was sweating, and my neck look like I got a hickey.
I went to a pot luck. Those always have a weird dynamic. There will be an old woman that's smuggling food to take home to her family. A guy with long hair, that sheds in some of the food.
People asking you what you thought of a dish. You might not care for it, but you don't want to insult them, so you say you love it. They then give you some to take home, which you feel guilty about, since you'll throw it away. Unless you see a homeless guy. Then it's their lucky (or unlucky) day.
I did some last minute Christmas shopping. But it didn't occur to me, that the parking lot at the mall would suck. And when I got lucky and saw a woman walk to her car, and I was right behind her...I sat there waiting, as she sat there, putting something into her glove box; making a cell phone call. I honked, but it did no good. If I had a crappy car, I would've just rammed her like it was a demolishin derby.
I then went to my bank before it closed. Met friends at a pizza joint to watch the football game. Almost got into it with a drunk dude in his 60s at the bar, in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts (even though it was cold and rainy outside). He wanted them to switch it to the Poinsettia Bowl. I wanted to watch the NFL game. I told him the Bowl game was on ESPN, and he could watch it at home. The NFL game wasn't on regular TV, and we called this place to make sure they'd have it on. They assured us it would be.
After football, I went to Mission Valley for another racquetball game. My face was recovered from the shave, but my belly was full of pizza.
Well, that's the excuse I used in the sauna, as to why I lost. But my racquetball partner informed me he had a steak at Ruth Chris, and he was probably more stuffed than me.
I'm sleeping in Friday. And not shaving.
And eating crappy pot luck leftovers.
Thursday is always the busiest day of the week for me.
I'm not sure why.
When I used to write bar reviews for the Reader, the clubs would be packed on Thursday nights, because a lot of college students told me they didn't have classes on Friday (or if they were SDSU students, they were skipping them).
I woke up, shaved.
Forgot I was playing racquetball at 1:00 p.m. And shaving a few hours earlier, made my face burn when I was sweating, and my neck look like I got a hickey.
I went to a pot luck. Those always have a weird dynamic. There will be an old woman that's smuggling food to take home to her family. A guy with long hair, that sheds in some of the food.
People asking you what you thought of a dish. You might not care for it, but you don't want to insult them, so you say you love it. They then give you some to take home, which you feel guilty about, since you'll throw it away. Unless you see a homeless guy. Then it's their lucky (or unlucky) day.
I did some last minute Christmas shopping. But it didn't occur to me, that the parking lot at the mall would suck. And when I got lucky and saw a woman walk to her car, and I was right behind her...I sat there waiting, as she sat there, putting something into her glove box; making a cell phone call. I honked, but it did no good. If I had a crappy car, I would've just rammed her like it was a demolishin derby.
I then went to my bank before it closed. Met friends at a pizza joint to watch the football game. Almost got into it with a drunk dude in his 60s at the bar, in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts (even though it was cold and rainy outside). He wanted them to switch it to the Poinsettia Bowl. I wanted to watch the NFL game. I told him the Bowl game was on ESPN, and he could watch it at home. The NFL game wasn't on regular TV, and we called this place to make sure they'd have it on. They assured us it would be.
After football, I went to Mission Valley for another racquetball game. My face was recovered from the shave, but my belly was full of pizza.
Well, that's the excuse I used in the sauna, as to why I lost. But my racquetball partner informed me he had a steak at Ruth Chris, and he was probably more stuffed than me.
I'm sleeping in Friday. And not shaving.
And eating crappy pot luck leftovers.