My milkshake brings all the girls to the bar...

It's always different going to Frank's at night. Sometimes it's like they're just waiting for someone interesting to come in and liven up the place. Sometimes it's off and boring. Instead of being surreal, though, tonight was nice. The servers have all gotten used to us and opened up. Even the silent cooks are willing to share in the dirty commentary. Everyone took part in the muppet sex conversation, even. (The Muppets Ride Brokeback Mountain!) As we were leaving, all of the servers formed a nice familial tableau and waved to us, similar to the Beverly Hillbillies. I always half expect them to say "ya'all come back now, y'hear?"

Anyhow, it was nice to have all of the attention to ourselves. Yeah, there were other patrons, but we totally stole the show. Not because we were all eating gigantic meals (I had a huckleberry shake and C stole some of it. J had water and The Inlander), but because I think they genuinely like us. Mostly. There's something to be said for camaraderie.

Tomorrow will be interesting. J works from 1-8 and I work from 9:45-7, so we've got a window of Frank's time. Hopefully fun times will be had for all...

Until next time,

N

Last night was fun. I got my first paycheck (for training only) and C's 2nd job burnt down, so obviously we needed comfort pie and drinks. Thus, at J's suggestion, we went to Cyrus O'Leary's. J and I went there once while C was out of town and we had a really attractive bartender, thus, every time we go back there, we start the evening out a little disappointed that he's not there. Truth be told, I don't even remember what he looks like, but I'm still mildly annoyed that he's not there. We sat at the bar all the same.

I don't think our bartender was overjoyed by our presence. I'm so used to the Frank's style welcome that it's almost jarring when a bartender/person behind the counter isn't elated to see us. We all ordered something different to drink, passing them around to those who wanted to try ours. I hadn't had anything for food for a while (I made rice krispies the other day and have been living on them ever since), so the vodka went straight to my blood and I got a little silly. I think C did as well. Instead of regaling you, dear reader, with the details of our evening, I'm just going to bullet out the quotes of the night:

• Thank you, John Kerry. That was delicious. -J
• Because that's what I think about when I read Exodus -- taxidermy. -J
• You need two fingers on the inside and one on top. -N
• I know I'm always smiling after I've been mounted on a wall. -J
• What about Marlin? -C
• Does anyone ever want to yank all of those at the same time and make a mess? -J
• All I can think of is the PBR cans in the bathroom the morning after with Marlin. -N
• [simultaneously] It's more the humping. -J
• We like to hump things. -C
  
• Things that make my ass clench for $1,000 -- mini coopers and 70 year old oil tycoons. -C

Every time we said something ridiculous, the bartender looked a little more like he'd like us to leave. At one point, I thanked C and J for being the type of friends that I can swear around, seeing as I work with old people and children, generally. When we got outside, there was a sign at the entrance that said no fightin' and no cussin'. Whoops.

It was fun, though. We walked around the park for a bit afterwards to commune with nature/sober me up a bit. And the random mix that C made was amazing. As was the cop that I drove awkwardly to be near because he was so attractive. I'm glad that I drug them along on my dinner adventure. Life's more fun with the two of them.

Love harnesses, handjobs, and the roommates that loved me.

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