When I started this common hobby of blogging, I knew the possibility of a 'dry spell' was possible. It can be a let down when you go to check your favorite blog, only to find the latest post was two weeks ago - say whaaa? However, it isn't writer's block. I'll admit that once I kick off my work shoes, the last thing I want to look at is a blinding computer screen. Additionally, life unexpectedly gets in the way but I promise I'll do my best to keep you all laughing and hopefully coming back for more nonsense.
So, last weekend after the restaurant gig, we moseyed on over to a frequented bar that I don't frequent often 'cause it's loud and the crowd is something less than desirable. I have a good idea of what I'm getting into when I walk across the parking lot and Zack Galifianakis' clone busts out of the door, pulling his fat girlfriend behind him while slurring at me "you're gonna get lucky tonight - there's a lot of dick in there!'' Thanks, Zack.
A couple of shots later, I've forgotten the sense of loss I felt when I paid $7.00 to gain access to this sausage fiesta. What kind of cover charge is that anyway - is Nickelback in there? The drinks have been flowin' and I'm feeling a case of 'Barcolepsy' coming on - it's been a long day and all I want to do is get some decent shuteye.
Soon enough, the group begins to coordinate the location of a late night meal. Survey says: Double T Diner. Food? What? OK, I'm awake (sort of). I haven't been to this place in 10 years, so I wasn't opposed to an intoxicated trip down memory lane. Late night diners are always a show; sub-par food and top notch entertainment. Of course, it's 2 am and you're drunk so anything you eat IS a five star meal - nothing less.
The waitress sashays over and flops down an Atlas in front of everyone, at least that's what I thought it was until I realized it was a MENU. If I wanted to read an encyclopedia, I would've gone to the library. My brain is not wired for sound decisions at this hour; I really just wanted to tell Olga or whatever her name was to pick something and surprise me, but instead, I pulled a copycat move and said 'I'll have what she's having' while motioning to the friend sitting next to me.
And what's with the disclaimer sized print? I'll be sure to bring one of these next time.