Saturday
Brandon came down from Ft. Collins on Saturday. He was a little late because of traffic - no biggy. He presented me with my present, a carved wooden-doll-like-thing that I promptly named "Fred." Mari later pointed out that it was female, and I was forced to rename it "Freddie." Damn. We looked at pictures he had from South Africa - if I had a reason to go, I'd think about it. But alas, I don't, so I'm not really gonna try and find one. We were both hungry and decided to hit up Old Chicago for lunch. I'd never been there, and I'd never had a Stromboli. By the end of lunch, neither was true any longer. We walked up and down Pearl St. I was looking for a shop that hasn't been there for at least a year, called Beyond the Wall. We didn't find it. Brandon stopped into Starbucks to get some coffee, and we headed over the UMC.
We bowled two games. I won both. Poor Brandon was having a terrible time, couldn't bowl the ball straight for his life. Although, I was delighted in beating him both games. Muahahaha! After that, we headed over to the movie theater to take in Fahrenheit 9/11.
I could not believe what I saw. Britney Spears was being interviewed by someone and she was chewing gum. Unbelievable. Where is Miss Manners to beat Ms. Spears to an inch of her life for that no-no. Honestly. If no one beats her down, how is she ever going to learn. You just don't do that. For shame.
The other conclusion I drew from this film was that I would likely make a very successful politician. Well, we all know I kick ass, but I'd graduate to kicking political ass. And the country would be that much better for it. Hoo-ah!
After the film we went back to my apartment and hung out. We ended up watching some "Legends of Bartending" from Las Vegas (where both Brandon and I went to high school). It was far more entertaining than it sounds. And I suggested Brandon take notes because they were telling how to make certain drinks, and he agreed it was a good idea, but stopped short of actually doing it. By the time the finalists were announced our tummies were a-rumblin' (what a great, childish phrase) and we decided it was dinner-time. Brandon called for Olive Garden eats and we piled into his car (suddenly I wonder if he has a name for it).
We got to Olive Garden, and double parked next to someone else who had double parked. Grawr. And went in. There were two "groups" of people in front of us. One was a nine person party that had been helped and was waiting for the tables to be set together, and the other was a girl who had walked in before us, representing a party of four. The hostess offered to seat her, but she declined. Then the hostess offered to seat Brandon and I, I was a little disappointed, I wanted to give the name of our party as "Inigo Montoya." So much fun. As I walked by the ten people who were still waiting, I exclaimed in an excited voice "We won!!" and everybody laughed as we were shown to our table.
Brandon had Sausage and something else. I had Chicken con Broccoli.. though I meant to have Chicken Allfredo with Broccoli tossed in. Alas, I made a mistake. Twas fine nonetheless. From there, Brandon and I went back to my apartment again, where we relaxed, digested, and continued to chat away. He left about 9:30 and called slightly before 11:00 to let me know he got home all right. Good times were had.
Sunday
Completely uneventful. Stromboli leftovers for lunch. Chicken con Broccoli leftovers for dinner. I studied Calc, watched tv, and failed to get the tv guide for the week. Played games until bed at 11pm. Meh.
Brandon came down from Ft. Collins on Saturday. He was a little late because of traffic - no biggy. He presented me with my present, a carved wooden-doll-like-thing that I promptly named "Fred." Mari later pointed out that it was female, and I was forced to rename it "Freddie." Damn. We looked at pictures he had from South Africa - if I had a reason to go, I'd think about it. But alas, I don't, so I'm not really gonna try and find one. We were both hungry and decided to hit up Old Chicago for lunch. I'd never been there, and I'd never had a Stromboli. By the end of lunch, neither was true any longer. We walked up and down Pearl St. I was looking for a shop that hasn't been there for at least a year, called Beyond the Wall. We didn't find it. Brandon stopped into Starbucks to get some coffee, and we headed over the UMC.
We bowled two games. I won both. Poor Brandon was having a terrible time, couldn't bowl the ball straight for his life. Although, I was delighted in beating him both games. Muahahaha! After that, we headed over to the movie theater to take in Fahrenheit 9/11.
I could not believe what I saw. Britney Spears was being interviewed by someone and she was chewing gum. Unbelievable. Where is Miss Manners to beat Ms. Spears to an inch of her life for that no-no. Honestly. If no one beats her down, how is she ever going to learn. You just don't do that. For shame.
The other conclusion I drew from this film was that I would likely make a very successful politician. Well, we all know I kick ass, but I'd graduate to kicking political ass. And the country would be that much better for it. Hoo-ah!
After the film we went back to my apartment and hung out. We ended up watching some "Legends of Bartending" from Las Vegas (where both Brandon and I went to high school). It was far more entertaining than it sounds. And I suggested Brandon take notes because they were telling how to make certain drinks, and he agreed it was a good idea, but stopped short of actually doing it. By the time the finalists were announced our tummies were a-rumblin' (what a great, childish phrase) and we decided it was dinner-time. Brandon called for Olive Garden eats and we piled into his car (suddenly I wonder if he has a name for it).
We got to Olive Garden, and double parked next to someone else who had double parked. Grawr. And went in. There were two "groups" of people in front of us. One was a nine person party that had been helped and was waiting for the tables to be set together, and the other was a girl who had walked in before us, representing a party of four. The hostess offered to seat her, but she declined. Then the hostess offered to seat Brandon and I, I was a little disappointed, I wanted to give the name of our party as "Inigo Montoya." So much fun. As I walked by the ten people who were still waiting, I exclaimed in an excited voice "We won!!" and everybody laughed as we were shown to our table.
Brandon had Sausage and something else. I had Chicken con Broccoli.. though I meant to have Chicken Allfredo with Broccoli tossed in. Alas, I made a mistake. Twas fine nonetheless. From there, Brandon and I went back to my apartment again, where we relaxed, digested, and continued to chat away. He left about 9:30 and called slightly before 11:00 to let me know he got home all right. Good times were had.
Sunday
Completely uneventful. Stromboli leftovers for lunch. Chicken con Broccoli leftovers for dinner. I studied Calc, watched tv, and failed to get the tv guide for the week. Played games until bed at 11pm. Meh.
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