Get better, right foot
Last Friday, at about 7 am, I smashed my foot in between an electric pallet jack and a 1000 pound pallet of salt, thereby fucking the shit out of it. Three days off work, lots of crutching it around BG bars and parties (which is way more annoying than you might think, but makes people act much nicer to you), and a shitload of laying around is starting to get to me. I went back to work today, even though my foot is eighteen shades of purple. It's not bad, really, except there's only so much I can do in this little apartment. I cleaned everything, I'm trying to read but I have next to nothing that's drawing my interest (this is, of course, my own fault). Anyways, the point! I was watching VH1's Top 100 Most Shocking Moments in Music (which, in my amateur opinion, is really well done) and they had the Red Hot Chili Peppers wearing socks onstage as a shocking moment. Now, the point of the sock is to cover the junk, which it does, so why do they have to pixellate the pubic hair? Dude, it's just hair.
Anyways, I'm 24 now. It feels a whole lot like 22 & 23, except for a lot less hungover. The night before my b-day, after my sister's graduation, we went to a restaurant in strongsville where we had reservations (remember this- RESERVATIONS) for ten. My whole family was there, as were all my siblings' significant others. We get there, they tell us to wait in the bar as they get the table ready. We wait, and wait, and wait. Now reservations means have the table ready, or seriously minimize the wait, right? Um, 30 minutes later the manager of the place snaps at my mom, in front of me and my bro's fiancee, telling her 'when your table is ready i'll come get you' in the shittiest, least professional and personable tone I've ever heard. So, ten minutes later, with no table and a whole lot of enraged Leary's, we starting walking out, at which point my 30-year old brother calls the manager a 'dickface' (for real), causing the manager to semi-chase my brother out of the packed restaurant, yelling. This sets off the whole family and we're all yelling and pushing my brother out of the place, still yelling. Good christ, we just can't go nice places :) It was hilarious and ended being a fun night after we went to the grocery and bought food to cook, and beer & wine to drink. Three hours later, after gambling on a dice-rolling game, we ate. It was awesome. A true Leary night.
:) Go Aldi.
Anyways, I'm 24 now. It feels a whole lot like 22 & 23, except for a lot less hungover. The night before my b-day, after my sister's graduation, we went to a restaurant in strongsville where we had reservations (remember this- RESERVATIONS) for ten. My whole family was there, as were all my siblings' significant others. We get there, they tell us to wait in the bar as they get the table ready. We wait, and wait, and wait. Now reservations means have the table ready, or seriously minimize the wait, right? Um, 30 minutes later the manager of the place snaps at my mom, in front of me and my bro's fiancee, telling her 'when your table is ready i'll come get you' in the shittiest, least professional and personable tone I've ever heard. So, ten minutes later, with no table and a whole lot of enraged Leary's, we starting walking out, at which point my 30-year old brother calls the manager a 'dickface' (for real), causing the manager to semi-chase my brother out of the packed restaurant, yelling. This sets off the whole family and we're all yelling and pushing my brother out of the place, still yelling. Good christ, we just can't go nice places :) It was hilarious and ended being a fun night after we went to the grocery and bought food to cook, and beer & wine to drink. Three hours later, after gambling on a dice-rolling game, we ate. It was awesome. A true Leary night.
:) Go Aldi.