And Who Really Gives Two Shits
It was a nice long weekend. I stared it out by going over to my brothers and watched the 3 Days DVD while waiting for Pandy to come home with her out of town friend and five orders of phad thai and and greeen curry. After eating our huge meals, sucking on baloons and waiting for some friends to show up, we all headed out to the Streets Of London Pub. The night mainly of many drinks, pool with girls named treasure, guys with incredible snatch (the movie) imitations involving my brothers glasses, cherry cigarettes, and one car bomb too many. I spent the rest of the evening over at Soph’s place making balloon animals, an unrecognizable three legged mouse being my specialty.
I ended up sleeping in till the late morning hours and going back over to my brothers to get my cell phone. I never left. I ate a big old bowl of leftovers and almost immediately fell asleep on his futon while a bunch of friends went out to the hippy bar. When they got back, I roused myself up enough to go over to the neighbors to smoke cigarettes and play craps but soon went back to sleep.
The next morning a bunch of us headed out to the old west-denver hash house, the Breakfast King (menu) for chicken fried steak and football. Though most of the time I didn’t watch any football because I was too busy stuffing my face and staring at a woman who looked exactly like Juliette Lewis. And who really gives two shits about the NFL playoffs anyway? I really enjoyed the Breakfast King in that diner sort of way but I’m afraid I’m just not really the greasy spoon type. We went back to my brothers and after a long afternoon nap we watched GI Jane, which was really easy to make fun of but not as bad as I had expected it to be.
I didn’t leave my apartment on Monday and it’s probably a good thing cause I didn’t eat anything but chili all day long.
1 chevy Says:
i cant wait for you to get fat.
2 hubs Says:
i can’t wait either. i had no idea how much my weekend revolved around food till i reread this entry this morning.
3 lotus Says:
I really hate Juliette Lewis.
Sorry!
4 elizabeth Says:
I give two shits. I’ve been saving my go panthers entry until next week. But the summary goes like this: My parents have turned in to Panthers maniacs, which is pretty amusing. They are not bandwagoners (as they’ve had season tx from the beginning) but I’ve never seen my mom like this, calling me to make sure i’m watching.
5 Satan™ Says:
We can get fat together. I eat WAY more than that. I ate like 4 pounds of just pork for breakfast on monday and many eggs and many pieces of huge french toast. I love making breakfast.
6 hubs Says:
lotus - no apology necessary, it’s your loss really.
SE - well i wish your parents the best of luck. i want the panthers to win but seriously it’s just because of all you guys down there.
Satan™ - i love to eat. but my biggest meal of the day is usually lunch. breakfast often gets my stomach upset.
7 Satan™ Says:
That’s too bad about the breakfast. The irony is killing me, but I thought I’d point out the fact that you spelled “retarded” wrong on your annex link.
8 hubs Says:
god how i wish it was intentional Satan. i guess this may expain a lot.
9 mia Says:
You ate a bunch of food and then sucked balloons? Isn’t that backward?
Never been into nitrous much myself, so I really can’t say… but everyone I’ve seen gets dizzy and naseous. So it seems better to save food ’til after, no?