Boys night out came and went again. This time, though, there was a different mix of people. And a smaller mix, too. Most of the people from work flaked out for one reason or another, so it ended up being just myself and two gents who used to work with me, Nick and Joel.

So me and Nick went to El Torito to eat dinner. There we met Willy, possibly the Gayest of all Gay Waiters Ever in the History of the World. He came to seat us, and me and Nick looked at each other like “maybe we should kiss each other so at least he won’t bother us.” Unfortunately for us, not only did he seat us, but I guess he decided we were so cute he would serve us, as well.

Food wasn’t that good. Not sure if it was really not all that great or if my mind was just weighed down with what Willy the Gayest of all Gay Waiters could have possibly done to our food around the corner….

Night wasn’t a total waste, though. How often do you get to say “here comes Big Willy!” and be semi-serious?



Un-freakin’-believable
Wouldn’t you know it? Joel didn’t flake out.

I know – I’m shocked, too.



Un-freakin’-believable: Redux
Wouldn’t you know it? Joel shows up and creams us all at Miniature Golf. I can’t swear enough on the inside to truly express how I feel about this. To really get the gravity of the situation, you have to know that myself and him and Jaxan and some of Joel’s friends have all been out to play Mini-Golf before a few times.

Joel’s a shark, don’t believe him when he tells you that he’s not that good. He walks up all casual, holding the club as though he’s never actually used his hands before. He lures you in to thinking that you’ll easily make him cry and then send him back to the strawberry patch. But a few Holes-in-One later, and you realize you’ve fallen into this spider’s trap.

As he tried to explain last night, he’s like the Tiger Woods of Mini-Golf. Which I guess makes him either a) Pedro Woods or b) Mini-Wood.

Personally, I’m leaning towards Mini-Wood myself. Just the thought of all the fun ways I could use that in a sentence at his expense makes me smile. Next time I see him? “What up, Mini-Wood?!” I could possibly get great mileage out of this one.



Friends or “I take from you”
I have decided that I will not hang out with people whose definition of friendship is along the lines of “what can you do for me?”

I find that one particular person I know seems to think that being “friends” with him equates to what kind of favors can be done for him, in a rather one-way fashion. Here’s a thought: Hey, instead of making my life harder than it has to be, why not wipe the fuckin’ furl from your brow and do something that actually makes my life easier, without bitching. It’s real simple, I don’t ask much of anyone, mainly just to do what you’re supposed to do anyways, reliably.

Obviously if I blogged about it, it has consumed more of my time in thought than I’d care for it to; this will stop as of now. Not worth maintaining a “friendship” if all that really entails is being reliably used and taken advantage of.



April/May Quickly Approaching
In the words of the Girl, actually. She’s right; we’ve been talking about how our plans to move are going to go from vision to implementation starting in January as I prepare my Resumé and get it out there for all to see. And now January is only a week or so away….

Scared? You bet. Freddy Krueger scared? No. Wet my Pants scared? I’m not telling. I mean, I don’t here scary music or anything, but I can’t shake the feeling that this is for all the marbles. I have to make this work somehow. I can’t come back here. I hate it here. And although I have seen and said that there are jobs up there to get and have…. Are they the jobs for me is now what I’m thinking.

I can get a job, that’s not a problem. But I’d rather get a GOOD job than some minimum wage meat packing job. I have aspirations of how to spend my free time and my free money. I want some of both, dammit!



3 Days without blogging
...because I didn’t get home until after midnight last night.

Joel scalded me like I’d chewed his slippers or something this morning, but totally forgot to take into account I was out with him last night. By the time I cried myself to sleep from the devastating loss earlier in the evening, I was simply too pooped to sit down and devote any time to a computer.

But I’m over it this morning. And in fact, I managed to crack a smile earlier today. I realized that not once, in the last two years that I have visited and toured throughout the Eureka area, did I see a SINGLE Miniature Golf Course. That’s right; soon my losing days will be completely behind me :-)

Peace.

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