10/9/2012

Ok, if y'all are reading this then my intergoogleweb connector thingy is still working.  It wasn’t last night when I went to bed.  Needles to say, I was pissed off and almost killed another laptop.  Scared the hell out of the cat when the ‘top went flying across the room.  Goddamn, I fucking hate computers!  So where was I yesterday?  Ok, John and I had just eaten at Wasabi.  From there we went to my house so I could grab a quick shower.  I handed him the latest Grassroots Motorsports magazine and took said shower.  That particular issue might have been a mistake.  They had an article about a Kenmari Skyline with… errors.  John was quick to point them out and declare the magazine folks idiots.  I'd seen one of the errors they’d made but totally missed the other.  No, that car does not have a turbo.  That one I caught.  The side by side pictures of two different car’s interiors, that one I missed.  Anyhoo, we head back out to Fifi and I look longingly at Fiona as we drive off.  I really wanted to drive Fiona but we had those wheels John wanted in the back of Fifi.  We dropped the wheels at John's house and I texted Emily to ask their location.  I was informed they were at Hillbilly Hoedown.  I joined them there.  Now, Hillbilly Hoedown is what is known as a “Breastaurant,” kind of like Hooters, except more tattoos and less clothing… usually.  Unfortunately, this being October, the “ladies” were mostly dressed in German barmaid outfits.  Sure, the skirts were short and the bustiers were… busty, but apparently the usual “uniform” is tiny little shorts and a Boob-Tube sort of thing.  One skank… I mean “waitress” had on that type of outfit and was pointed out to me as the norm.  The rest of our table, not willing to admit their own ages Juan would assume, kept commenting that the “ladies” were all high-school kids.  When I asked our waitress if a certain beer was any good, her reply of, “I’m allergic to beer so I wouldn’t know,” didn’t help her case.  Anyhoo, I ordered a Fosters, which was a mistake because I forgot that Fosters is just a big can of American-style piss-water which has been shipped from the other side of the planet, and an order of “Jalapeno Bottlecaps,” which was a mistake because they weren’t very good deep-fried jalapeno slices.  I managed to choke down about half of both items while everyone else finished their meals.  From there we went to the Showdown, a bar on Camp Bowie Boulevard.  I did not partake in the pitchers of Wharmpass Beer that the rest of the gang were swilling but sat back and “enjoyed” watching the drunks… oh, in case you’re keeping track of the time, it WAS about 1500 h in the afternoon.  We stayed there until about 1645 h or so and went to Rob and Em’s house.  There, Rob, Nav, Steve, and I participated in a blind taste test… sort of thing.  We had one rot-gut rum, one “good” rum, one rot-gut whiskey, Crown Royal, and a mystery item.  Rob set up my tasting.  They all smelled like gasoline to me but I thought I could taste the difference between the rums and whiskeys at least.  I was close… if 50% dead-wrong can be considered close.  I believe I got the rot-gut whiskey and the “good” rum right, but I mixed up the Crown and the rot-gut rum… or something like that.  My mystery item was an Advil, I correctly identified that one.  I then set up Rob’s test.  He mixed up… aw, shit, I don’t remember.  He missed the Crown; that I do remember.  His mystery item was the spice fenugreek… what the hell ever that is.  I chose it because when he and I used to smoke weed, we would mix a spice into the bong water for… well, for the hell of it actually.  The night we discovered fenugreek in his spice rack, neither one of us was willing to try and pronounce it properly.  It came out sounding like “FEW’g-you-lick.”  We got a good “inside joke” laugh out of that.  Rob and I then set up Nav’s test and he missed a few also but I think he correctly identified the Crown.  He still had the fenugreek as the mystery item.  Then we set up for Steve.  I think he missed all of them… but I don’t really remember.  His mystery item was peanut butter.  He did not do the peanut butter shot.  I don’t know why.  Anyhoo, after that was done, we all played some weird party game which is kind of a cross between the old “telephone” game and Pictionary.  It got really fun when we tossed the rules out the window and everyone chose their own words to start the thing going.  I remember some of the things people had to “draw” were: a pierced scrotum, a taint, a vagina, a balloon knot, a clown penis, and a turd burglar.  Yeah, we’re THAT kind of group.  Eventually Steve and Christina left followed by me a little while later.  It was good to see the gang again.  I think Rob and Em want the three of us to road-trip up to Tulsa to visit Nav and Kim some weekend.  We’ll see.  Ok, I'll tell y'all about Sunday tomorrow.