Feeling bad for not contributing more and feeling worse because I’ve got more Rockstar than blood in my veins, I’m attempting to re-capture our impromptu night at Yanni’s.

As with all good stories, it starts with a “Role Model” quote-war.  After Kaley’s sticky Quiddich reminder and and Bob asking which of us had a PhD, we miraculously organized and embarked on a quest for food.

Kaley has a special talent.  A talent for bullying fragile, insecure Asian girls.  A talent for bullying one particular fragile, insecure Asian girl.  Seriously, homegirl made her cry… TWICE IN THE SAME DAY!  Because of Kaley’s talent and my love for a good story — especially one involving the misfortune of others —  we drove good 15 minutes before even discussing a destination.   Recognizing our decisionmaking handicap, we did the only thing three helpless Tweedle-Dees could do: call Decisionmaker Dave!

Kaley was on the hook to make the call.  Little did we know both the Father Technology and the Narcolepsy Diety were both conspiring against us.

Bob: So, what did he say?

Kaley: URGH!  Stupid phones!

Bob: What?

Kaley:  I don’t know.  I think he may have been asleep.  But whenever I call Dave with my phone, I can only understand like a third of what he says.   I don’t know if it’s his phone or my phone or i–

Bob: So, we still have no place to go.  Check.

A quick fast-forward later, and Elvis-Pr0nstar Chad saves the day with a master plan: Greek food at Yanni’s! Not only that, but Decisionmaker Nacoleptic Dave has woken up,  Hooligan Miguel has decided to join us, and the only thing standing between us and the savory victory of cheap Greek food are batteries for the evidence-camera.

Bob to the rescue!  Not only does he immediately locate Shopko and their battery display, but also finds the most awesome pack they have: a discounted bajillion-pack with a bonus football/LED keychain!  SCOOORRRREEEE!!!

Anyway, yada yada yada, I’m sick of writing.  We ate at  Yanni’s and some guy with a DeWalt shirt joined us.  End of story.

Betcha can’t guess which one of these kids is secretly flashing a gang sign!

Cheers!

WuddaWaste

While we hadn’t actually fathomed the creation of this blog before Super Bowl Sunday, Anand was dead set on the group never hanging out after that day. In his mind, if we were to get together, it would never be as a whole.

Not too long after we all got together where, either through mistake or brilliance, we decided to track and share every movement worthy of note online. Here’s to you, Monkey Sandbagger!

Week-o Uno!

Five Guys and David’s Kitchen…

Since the blog hadn’t actually yet come to fruition, there wont be many (if any) pics, apologies from the author’s. Anyways, I’ll have to admit the first couple of days after Anand left were extremely quiet and rather slow (enter Adumb to save the day).

What started as another “Role Models” quote match with Adam ended up as dinner with Lisa and Kaley, though nothing spectacular occurred at dinner, unless you count plastering a burger in mushrooms exciting, the four of us did make the trip across the parking lot to Pet Smart. So when we do finally get our puppy, we know exactly (sort of) what kind of leash, collar, food bowls etc,  to buy!

Later in the week, the gears were set in motion for the first large gathering at David’s Kitchen. After an unconventional and very entertaining Hostess taking our orders, “Pot Stickers? No, I already ordered them for you, see sauce? Pot Stickers and what else.” or my favorite, “When I do this (shakes a thumbs-up back and forth). That means I make it very good.” we all got into conversation, one end of the table coming up with the blog *cough-adam-cough*, and the other with a special surprise to be later revealed *cough-chad-cough*…

Aside from that, I’d like to thank Jen and Jeremy for coming out but then ditching us for a movie instead of Nicklecade! Which was awesome, Erica won a blow-up Alien for me and I got to watch Chad, Adam and Kaley play Rampage for hours. Lisa set all kinds of records for making people fat (or was it the other way around?), in all it was cheap, dirty fun. Like a hooker but more satisfying.

Brought to you today, by the letter Bob.