Have You Seen My Dinner?

Have You Seen My Dinner?

This past weekend provided me with my share of bad luck. From the dreadful drive to Shea on Friday, to two separate trips to a closed gym on Saturday at Sunday, to a journey to Stop & Shop and back due to me forgetting my wallet like a moron, nothing seemed to go my way.

Saturday night, I attempted to forget about the mishaps. I met up with Erik and went to Side Street for dinner at about eight. I had a buffalo chicken sandwich and he had a "P&P Burger", which stood for "Provolone and Portabella", but the Portabella was really just run-of-the-mill salad mushrooms and the Provalone looked Swiss.

The picture I've included above occurred in my ½ bathroom, after we closed out the bar talking to two dreadfully boring girls - one ugly and the other ugly and a slut, but not slut enough to go home with Erik.

Erik lost his dinner and was looking for it in the toilet (why not? he'd looked everywhere else), where he decided he was a bit sleepy and took a short nap. By "short nap", I mean that he went in there, I started and finished three sit-and-goes on PokerStars, took some pictures of him, then finally yelled at him to get on the couch at about 4:30 AM. For this picture, I was actually able to get close enough so my camera phone could take a somewhat-clear picture!

We always know how to have a great time.