A friend drove up at 6:30 for one of our semi-monthly din din's. We did the belated Christmas
gift exchange - a book from him and a toy from me. Quirky gifts from one big kid to another.
(In the car)
Him: Where do we want to eat?
Me: I don't know. Where do you want to go?
Him: No. you think of some place?
Me: Let's try O'Charley's.
Him: Yeah. OK.
(Later in the car at O'Charley's.)
Me: Christ. Look at the crowd. We don't want to wait that long.
Him: Well, let's look at the boys first.
Me: Let's try Brick Oven.
Him: Remember the last time we said we weren't going back.
Me: Let's try the Mex place around the corner.
Him: Lousy food.
Me: Macraoni's.
Him: Barf!!!
Me: (Sarcastically) I know! Let's try Grady's.
Him: (To the sound of screeching brakes) Get out of the car this instant!
Me. Ok! Ok! Let's do On the Border.
Him: Yeah, they're not too bad.
Me: (Couple of minutes later) Holy fuck, boy wonder! Where did all these people come from?
Him: It's Saturday night. Now what?
Me: Let's try the other Mexican place. What is it?
Him: I know the one.
Me: (A few minutes later) Here we are.
(Inside the restaurant)
Me: I'll go stand over there and boy watch while you get your drink.
Him: (Later. Sipping drink) Hmmmm!
Me: Let's ok outside.
Him: OK!
Me: (In a whisper) Yow! Look! Yummy!
Him: (Gutteral sound)
Me: Why the fuck can't they bring back tight jeans?
Him: Yep! Know what you mean.
Me: (Long soliloquy of watching WB this week.)
Him: (Smoking)
Me: Oh! Cluck! Cluck!
Him: Jail Bait!
Me: (Holding bizarre square pager that begins to glow.) Ah, food!
