Ramblings of a Bald Man

If you’re ever wondering what not to do on a Saturday afternoon at high noon during prom season….don’t try to get fitted for a tux for your friend’s wedding and expect to get out of there before 1. That’s right, it pretty much took me an hour to get like 5 measurements taken. Craziness I tell you…craziness. Luckily Michael and I made it to the theater in barely enough time to catch The Aviator. It was a pretty decent movie. I definitely enjoyed it.

Afterwards we went to Olive Garden to grab a snack. It was amazing - we just walked in and were seated. That’s never happened to me before at that restaurant. We had this really cool waiter named Sam. It was a bit hard to understand him some of the time. Michael asked if he was speaking spanish. I’m not really sure if he was or not. Maybe I was understanding his spanish or something - who knows. There were a lot of mexican looking people working there. They even congregated periodically behind our table to whipser and gossip to each other. We got our breadsticks and salad and started in on it right away. Before we knew it, Sam comes over with another bowl of salad, dumps the rest of the first bowl on our plates and informs us, “you’re not working hard enough on salad. Eat up!”. Then he rushed off to give more awesome service to his other tables. This guy rocked and we tried to tip him appropriately.

I’ve been passively whittling a hole in my desk. I’ve been spinning my knife on its end while watching SG-1 episodes. I’m into season 5 now. Next week shouldn’t be too stressful as I’ll get to work on some projects by myself w/o interruptions.

In the spirit of Liz’s laundry days - I feel like making a confession. A few weeks back I was up in Shorb’s/Frenchy’s/Scott’s apartment and Scott kept complaining about water in his ear. I suggested he take some newspaper, roll it up in a cone and light it on fire. If you make the cone big enough and roll it right, the fire creates a pressure change and usually it takes care of the water-in-ear problem. Now with the little I knew about Scott, I was figuring if he did it, he would probably freak out and it would be hilarious. I really didn’t expect him to do it, but all of a sudden he was all gung-ho about doing it. He tried to do it, but didn’t roll the newspaper correctly so it didn’t burn right. I figured he was giving up so I went downstairs to my place to check on something in my apartment. I was gone about 10-15min and when I got back, he was still trying to do it. I was actually pretty surprised. Shorb was poised with a cup of water, ready to douse the cone if the fire got too close to Scott’s head. Well, the fire did get close and as Shorb tried to douse it, Scott knocked the cup out of his hand. Then the girly screaming ensued. Lesson to be learned: Chalupa can be sneaky and devious. Yeah, so sometimes I suggest people do things that I know will be freaking hilarious. Wouldn’t you do the same thing?