This morning I tested my patience and joke skills during a conversation with Quagmire. Swiffer commercials are defintely causing him some PTSD right now. The upthebuttdates have been rather interesting. Speaking with him reminded me I had some cleaning to do.
After cleaning for most of the afternoon, I got the privilege of dining with That’s Not Chinese and MyFace (friend formerly know as V). MyFace was telling That’s Not Chinese her job is to take care of me. That’s Not Chinese told MyFace my job was to help her remember. MyFace appreciates this and advised That’s Not Chinese that we had a very reciprocal relationship. Funny thing is, I’m too busy remembering MyFace’s stuff to remember mine.
While reviewing the menu we noticed they no longer offer the pork tenderloin. This was devastating to all of us. We had brought our own wine and they had opened it for us for a mere cork fee. So, we thought maybe they would consider just charging us a pork fee if we brought our own pork next time. Probably not going to happen.
After dinner I had Boarding Pass Shiraz with Just Drew and Area Man, while being mesmerized by the fact that it took the entire bible belt to save John Cougar Mellencamp’s soul and Rick Springfield never got Jesse’s girl.
I told them I needed to blog before I had too much to drink and Just Drew suggested I start vlogging. That sounds very David Hasselhoff. As I chatted with Area Man about great nicknames he told me “Broseph” is so two thousand and late. I told him I quite liked that response and he replied, “I’m full of awesome.” He also told me to not call him Stan, no matter what I do, because that’s not his name.
We then headed to karaoke. I really want to sing a Wilson Phillips song. Area Man wants to sing Fuck Her Gently. Very Quagmire.
I think the area man has a gooooood point.
He always does Dave, he always does.