So, tonight Jason, Vinny and I went on a date to Burger King to see if their thick cut fries were in fact the best thing since sliced bread.
On my way to meet the boys I had a chance to call my sister and catch up. We talked at mock speed, in half sentences and grunts. So I can’t relay most of that message. However I did tell her how last night I didn’t sleep worth shit and on top of that I dreamed about a killer who after biting someone’s ear off, proceeded to basically devour their face. This is totally disturbing. I wasn’t watching anything super weird before bed, I didn’t eat anything weird before bed, in fact there was nothing odd about my night. My sister and I decided this was a serial-killer type dream and it was probably a sign of something. Then the boys pulled up to Burger King and we decided to leave that conversation where it was.
Us mighty food-adventurers went into burger king and ordered our meals. I got a grilled chicken salad, and thick cut fries, and a diet coke. I know that many people smirk at a diet coke and salad at burger king, however I would like to argue that cutting calories is still a good idea, even at booger fling. We sat, Vinny donned his king crown and we proclaimed the fries delicious! Thick cut = success.
As the meal was winding down, Vinny asks if they can go to Gander Mountain. I think this is weird but don’t say anything. Finally they decide they are going and invite me along too. I look at Jason, incredulously, and say, “Well, I’d have to stop home first and get other clothes!” He just stares at me. I repeat my self and add, “I can’t go in this outfit!” He repeats that they are going to Gander Mountain.
I pause a moment and then proceed to laugh like a crazy person. Gander Mountain (store) and Cascade Mountain (ski resort) are apparently interchangable in my head. I was wondering how Jason expected me to ski in work pants and a sweater and thought he was obviously insane.
And there is that blonde in me I’ve been missing.