I'm not Larry!
Friday night I really wanted to go out, but none of the people I wanted to hang out with were going out, so I just stayed in and got caught up on all my TiVo. I may need to cut back my Netflix to less movies because with all this TiVo I don’t have enough time to watch the movies too.
Saturday I went to lunch with Robert at El Chile. I hadn’t been there in a while, and I’ve been craving the Enchiladas de Queso. YUM!
We were supposed to go to the mall after lunch, but we stopped at the Rusty Spurt for a drink, then he suggested stopping at Oil Can Harry’s for another drink… and that’s when I got tricked into watching the UT game. We never made it to the mall.
Matt was waiting for me outside my apartment when I got home. We had made plans to attend a Halloween party, only Matt waited until I had agreed to tell me it was in Jarrel! LOL
We had a nice 40 minute drive up to Jarrel and got a little bit lost because we weren’t paying attention to the GPS and I had it on mute. We missed out turn and tried to get back to where we needed to be without having to make a big loop around the highway.
The stupid GPS kept telling me that the access road was two ways and no matter how much I yelled, it wouldn’t change it’s mind. Then as I was driving down a back road, trying to find an alternate rout it told me, “drive four miles, then make a u-turn.” WHAT? I can turn around right here! Why do I need to go four miles to turn around!?!?!?” Again, yelling at the GPS didn’t help, but it made me feel better.
The party was kind of lame, so we planned on ditching early. I convinced Matt to just sneak out when nobody was looking. They would all surely be so drunk that they’d forget we didn’t say goodbye.
I didn’t get dressed up, because I never get dressed up for Halloween. Matt was going as a Navy Sailor. Matt told me to at least get dressed up country, so I complied. The funny thing was that even though I wasn’t in costume, people assumed I was and kept saying, “Oh you’re Larry the Cable Guy!” UM NO! RUDE!
We went out to the Rusty Spur instead. YAYS! Only they let the little Lesbian DJ and she sucks. She plays weird old school obscure country music and nobody wants to dance. In fact, nobody even wants to listen. We were all out on the patio and the bar was starting to empty out.
I had a good time talking to all my friends since I wasn’t really dancing. I don’t think I’ve ever been there that long and been dry.
I got molested by Scott and Dustin has photographic evidence. He’s supposed to email me copies, and I’m sure it’ll be interesting.
Sunday I was super lazy. I stayed inside all day and watched movies and TV. I’ve really got to start getting out more in daylight. This week I’m going to try to do some cardio in the apt complex gym. I’m not making any promises though!
