Twenty questions is a lot to ask.
Despite me being a grumpy loser, I actually had some fun tonight. That is, after James and I bickered a bit. Things are straightened out though. Just a stupid misunderstanding.
So yeah, my mom went to some dinner with the mayor crap. She's kind of obligated to go since she works for the city. Shortly after she left, James and I walked to Las Brisas and talked about life and stuff. We saw some interesting characters there too. This one guy who works there - he looks very Italian - was listening to the Cubs game and chatting away with a lady who looks like Al Sharpton. Their conversation was really fake and awkward.
"You don't like pizza?!" ::long pause:: "Noo sir. I never liked pizza." ::pause again:: "Not even from Pizza Hut? They have good pizza." ::yet another pause:: "Naw...I don't like pizza at all. I don't like no one's pizza."
When the Italian-like Cubs Fan guy went in the back room, Al Sharpton Lady went to the jukebox to turn on what sounded like Mexican polka music. It was very, very loud. Which was annoying, because I heard horns and guitar blaring right when I was in midsentence.
It was fun though. Such a beautiful autumn night too. I should take Saturday night trips to Las Brisas more often.
So yeah, my mom went to some dinner with the mayor crap. She's kind of obligated to go since she works for the city. Shortly after she left, James and I walked to Las Brisas and talked about life and stuff. We saw some interesting characters there too. This one guy who works there - he looks very Italian - was listening to the Cubs game and chatting away with a lady who looks like Al Sharpton. Their conversation was really fake and awkward.
"You don't like pizza?!" ::long pause:: "Noo sir. I never liked pizza." ::pause again:: "Not even from Pizza Hut? They have good pizza." ::yet another pause:: "Naw...I don't like pizza at all. I don't like no one's pizza."
When the Italian-like Cubs Fan guy went in the back room, Al Sharpton Lady went to the jukebox to turn on what sounded like Mexican polka music. It was very, very loud. Which was annoying, because I heard horns and guitar blaring right when I was in midsentence.
It was fun though. Such a beautiful autumn night too. I should take Saturday night trips to Las Brisas more often.