It is Brie's birthday today. We went to Dog and Duck, the british style pub we went to for her friend's birthday last month. I had the fish and chips again. It was yummy. I tasted Guinness for the first time, a sip off the still frothy drink of someone I had just met. It was surprisingly okay considering they described it as a coffee kind of tasting beer and I like neither coffee nor beer.
I was the driver for Ran and Kristie and they didn't want to stay long so we left before they started to have cake. There were two caked. One was David Bowie and Ziggy Stardust in black and white with actually berries in his hair. Very cool. The other Ran, Kristie, and I got on our way home from picking up Ran from work. We got a patriotic styled cake on which Kristie wanted to put something like "fuck you". The cake lady was a bit confused and alarmed at this, but she was lucky because when I spouted "twat waffle" Kristie latched onto that phrase and had the lady ice the cake with it. No one had heard that phrase before, including Brie. Very odd to me, but Kristie was crediting me with it like I have made it up. Nah dudes, you need to live a little.
So the reason I had to pick up Ran at work with Kristie instead of her picking him up in her vehicle was because he vehicle broke down. Then she had her brother come get her from where ever she had been and while doing that the muffler fell off his car. Poor dude could not catch a break, the grocery bag he had in his band broke open and spilled out breakable, rollable items that found their way quickly across the street. I heard all this upon walking in from doing my own grocery shopping after work and it has been pretty non-stop until now. And now I sleep, yes?
I was the driver for Ran and Kristie and they didn't want to stay long so we left before they started to have cake. There were two caked. One was David Bowie and Ziggy Stardust in black and white with actually berries in his hair. Very cool. The other Ran, Kristie, and I got on our way home from picking up Ran from work. We got a patriotic styled cake on which Kristie wanted to put something like "fuck you". The cake lady was a bit confused and alarmed at this, but she was lucky because when I spouted "twat waffle" Kristie latched onto that phrase and had the lady ice the cake with it. No one had heard that phrase before, including Brie. Very odd to me, but Kristie was crediting me with it like I have made it up. Nah dudes, you need to live a little.
So the reason I had to pick up Ran at work with Kristie instead of her picking him up in her vehicle was because he vehicle broke down. Then she had her brother come get her from where ever she had been and while doing that the muffler fell off his car. Poor dude could not catch a break, the grocery bag he had in his band broke open and spilled out breakable, rollable items that found their way quickly across the street. I heard all this upon walking in from doing my own grocery shopping after work and it has been pretty non-stop until now. And now I sleep, yes?
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