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Last night was definitely a ::::::B:::::L::::A:::S::T:.
Despite the crappy traffic that i had to endure, it was definitely worth the wait. The traffic around the Duarte area was a bit on the terrible side, no much movement going on in that city. Halfway through the traffic, i realized that my gas tank was low...very low. I probably spent about fifteen minutes driving aimlessly around that city. AiMLESSLY is going to be the key word for this entry.
After wasting gas, i finally found a freakin gas station, $1.59 for unleaded gasoline [the crappiest one]. So i buy $13.13, just to honor the day. Off to the road again until i see the sign "Lake Ave. 1 mile." i thought i had enough time to try and pass all the cars on the right three lanes so i merge all the way the to the far left lane next to the carpool lane. The next thing i know, i am about to miss my exit, now i didnt come this far to miss one lousy exit. So, all the way from the left lane, i swerve into the freakin' exit. it was such a rush, like i was some kind of rebel or something. but i nearly killed myself doing it, me and fifteen other cars. But i arrive at Roscoe's. I call Michelle and she finds out the she is LOST. She thinks that she recognizes a church, but alas, no luck. She finally had to walk in a Jack in the Box to try and ask for directions. We meet at Roscoes, finally, and enjoy Chicken and WAffles. There was something wrong with the waffles though, IT NEEDED MORE BUTTAH, like the portion that they gave us was like 1/4 of my desired amount of butter in my waffles. OK, well not really, there was probably like a half a cup of butter on those waffles already. There were a lot of Asians in that place. I kinda wanted to set it on fire just to rid the world of a couple Asians.
Anyway, we get out of the restaurant and ask who else? THese Asians that were walking towards the restaurant. WE take pictures and off to Old Town we go.
We WAlked A I M L E S S L Y throughout the town, good times indeed. Jamba Juice phenomenon and then walked back the three miles where we parked my truck. hooray!
UPDATE! I dont know how i could have missed the prime objective of the night, did i mention that Michelle and I were Dressed in PROMical ATTiRE? Yes! we were having our prom at Old Town Pasadena! HECK YES!
Despite the crappy traffic that i had to endure, it was definitely worth the wait. The traffic around the Duarte area was a bit on the terrible side, no much movement going on in that city. Halfway through the traffic, i realized that my gas tank was low...very low. I probably spent about fifteen minutes driving aimlessly around that city. AiMLESSLY is going to be the key word for this entry.
After wasting gas, i finally found a freakin gas station, $1.59 for unleaded gasoline [the crappiest one]. So i buy $13.13, just to honor the day. Off to the road again until i see the sign "Lake Ave. 1 mile." i thought i had enough time to try and pass all the cars on the right three lanes so i merge all the way the to the far left lane next to the carpool lane. The next thing i know, i am about to miss my exit, now i didnt come this far to miss one lousy exit. So, all the way from the left lane, i swerve into the freakin' exit. it was such a rush, like i was some kind of rebel or something. but i nearly killed myself doing it, me and fifteen other cars. But i arrive at Roscoe's. I call Michelle and she finds out the she is LOST. She thinks that she recognizes a church, but alas, no luck. She finally had to walk in a Jack in the Box to try and ask for directions. We meet at Roscoes, finally, and enjoy Chicken and WAffles. There was something wrong with the waffles though, IT NEEDED MORE BUTTAH, like the portion that they gave us was like 1/4 of my desired amount of butter in my waffles. OK, well not really, there was probably like a half a cup of butter on those waffles already. There were a lot of Asians in that place. I kinda wanted to set it on fire just to rid the world of a couple Asians.
Anyway, we get out of the restaurant and ask who else? THese Asians that were walking towards the restaurant. WE take pictures and off to Old Town we go.
We WAlked A I M L E S S L Y throughout the town, good times indeed. Jamba Juice phenomenon and then walked back the three miles where we parked my truck. hooray!
UPDATE! I dont know how i could have missed the prime objective of the night, did i mention that Michelle and I were Dressed in PROMical ATTiRE? Yes! we were having our prom at Old Town Pasadena! HECK YES!