Hello motherfuckers, I have a hot date tonight. With a fucking steam cleaner. My wife is at work, and now that Tonka the WonderDog is fully potty trained, I get to steamfuckingclean the fucking carpet. That's the price I paid for getting a puppy after Mayhem died: I had to agree to help with the training and clean up. At least Sailor Jerry is helping. Oh, and for those who are wondering: Tonka the WonderDog, all 5 1/2 months and 70 pounds of him, runs like a fucking bitch from the vacuum and the steam cleaner. He's upstairs cowering on the bed like the French when the Nazis rolled in. In other news, has anyone ever done a Sandals/Beaches resort vacation? We're thinking about it for summer 2012 or summer 2013 (when my kids are old enough to try all the snorkeling/swimming stuff), and I was wondering if it was as awesome as the websites make it out to be. My parents would probably fly out to meet us, so it would be 4 adults and 2 kids (that way Grandma and Grandpa could hang out with the kids while the Wife and I go and do fun shit by ourselves for once). <a class="postlink" href="http://www.beaches.com" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">www.beaches.com</a> if you want to look at the website. We're thinking about either Turks and Caicos or Beaches Negril in Jamaica. I looked at Disney cruises and the Atlantis resort, but they are wicked fucking expensive. Wicked: NE term which approximately equals = Holy fucking shit.
I've had the most success with it while traveling. Met a few people in London, met some attractive people in Granada and Moscow. I've met a few people in the USA with it, but so far nothing's really panned out in a significantly awesome manner.
Question: what are your limits for waiting to get a table at a restaurant? Went one place tonight and was told there was an hour and a half to two hour wait. I turned right the fuck around and left. Now, the wait here is 30 minutes, and I can deal. I think my cutoff is 45 minutes. Any more than that and it isn't worth the wait. Unrelated note: just saw an old woman helping another with a walker who could barely move. The one helping almost stepped on a kid and turned and told the kids parents to "watch their disrespectful little shits closer." Wow.
I won't wait more than 45 minutes on a Friday or Saturday night. I'd rather eat fucking drive-thru than wait 2 hours for dinner. I won't wait more than 20 minutes any other night. Seriously, if I wanted to wait two hours for dinner, I'd stay at home and have the dog cook.
My cut-off is 30 minutes. I rationalize that by thinking that by the time we find another place to go with a 10-15 min wait it will have taken 30 minutes. Sorry, I just don't like food THAT much.
I've waited over 2 hours at a ramen place in NYC. But, it had a bar and we could get appetizers, so it was no biggie. Just has to be how you plan to spend your evening.
I currently work at a restaurant that was at a 3 hour wait for two last year for Valentines day, and we fully expect to do it again this year (If the numbers mean anything to you, the restaurant did over 60k in sales on that one day alone.) The absurdity of people waiting that long for any type of food is mind boggling to me. There is nothing romantic about being herded through a restaurant like cattle being pushed through some sort of food factory. My cut off is about 45 to 60 minutes, but that is completely dependent on the existence of a bar and the company I'm in. I can't imagine waiting longer than that with family/kids/a first date. I'm against sit down dinner first dates to begin with though.
Just finished installing a chandelier where our kitchen fan used to be. The mount was too small for the pre-existing hole in the sheetrock, so I had to fabricate a new mount. Complete pain in the ass, but man do I love my angle grinder. Just finished, settling in with a high life to watch the nascar race while waiting on the pizza delivery guy. Feel so trashy I may have to switch to scotch later to balance it out.
I have no idea what we're going to do for Valentine's Day. We can't find a babysitter, and I have school all day. Probably just going to go to class then come home and cook dinner. I'm having flowers delivered to my wife. Personally, I think flowers are the dumbest fucking gift ever, but it makes her happy, so there ya go. I'm sending multi-colored tulips this year instead of roses, just for a change of pace. She doesn't care what kind of flowers they are as long as she gets flowers, so there you go. Going to have the kids make cards tomorrow and we'll make some sort of high calorie dessert she can work off on me late Monday night.
Shit. I gotta start charging for my problem solving skills. I'm getting dragged to a dive bar karaoke night in like 30. This will be all kinds of white trash wonderful. I swear to god if someone sings The Scorpions' "No One Like You" I will shit-piss myself in hysterics. So what's everyone wearing tonight?
I like to air out my vd in public; it helps dry out the sores. Note to the ladies on the board: I don't have any sores but if you're hot, I might be willing to contract yours.