Who? Ters.

Sooooooooooooooooooo.....

Just got back. No. Not like Cheap Trick. Or even the Heavils w/Rick Nielsen... though, that kicks some serious ass. Serious. Ass.

Nope. I just got back from Who-ters. Beer, buffalo shrimp. and bocolate mousse cake. Three b's consumed. Boobs. Yes. They were there. Both types. Neither consumed.

Bit bummed. Back in Billman Balley, bould I bant to bo to Booters, I could count on my buddy Bontagion. (Sorry... stuck on the b's.) BASKETBALL! Anyway, if Contagion said he'd be there, by Gott, he would.

A co-worker heard me say that I was planning on hitting Hooooooooters this weekend. "Hey, man. Give me a call. I'd like to go, too." Silly me... I immediately think of Contagion's personality, and think, "Sweet. Many beers... many shrimp, big bill... good time."

Nope. A call placed forty five minutes before I go out the door confirms that the meeting is on. I get there, and no co-worker. That's cool... may be late, may not show.... I'm eating if he ain't there by the end of my first beer. Doesn't show. But that's cool, because now I can actually order 911 instead of that weak ass Three Mile Island sauce. (Contagion, it's noticeably weaker out here.) I pigged out.

A few beers later (I'm turning into a lightweight), I head out.

You know... it wasn't that bad hitting the restaurant by myself. Not bad, but not as much fun as if it'd been back home. Alas, I'm not in Kansas anymore, Otto. Time to get blotto...

Next trip, no calls go out. Besides... I got to bullshit with the bartender. If'n co-worker had been there, I'd not had that chance.

Tomorrow, off to the mountains. (Not the hooter type of mountains, but an actual range of mountains. Which does sound a little lame in comparison...)

Posted by That 1 Guy at November 3, 2007 09:39 PM | TrackBack