We (Michelle, Ryan, Eric, and I) met up at Conan’s Pizza on Anderson Lane last night for dinner, before bowling. That place is weird. They offer a pizza buffet that includes a salad. So Michelle and I ordered the buffet. Then the counter/cashier/waitperson guy asks us what dressing we want and what kind of pizza we’d like.
They don’t let you walk up to the buffet. They keep it behind the counter and serve you two slices at a time. What kind of weirdness is that? You can’t even refill your own drinks. You have to ask them for everything. I’m not into that, it’s too much guilt. I don’t want to have to walk up to the counter and have to ASK for another slice.
People go to buffets so they can eat like heifers without shame. I don’t need you judging me as I go back for seconds, thirds, fourths, tenths. Leave me alone!
Luckily I found the pizza and the salad to be a tad on the disgusting side, so I didn’t need to go back for more. I did however need more soda. So I sent Michelle to get it for me. Isn’t that what little sisters are for?
Ryan was being all moody and whining about stuff, so we had to torture him. I had Michelle write on the wall (because it was full of graffiti) something about him. I told her to write, “for a chaste time, call Ryan.” She even put his cell number, minus the last two digits. So if anyone wants to go back and find the booth we sat in (you’ll have to find it on your own) and add the last two digits, they are 53.
Bowling wasn’t as much fun. Ryan was all moody looking all night, or as he says, “PMSing”. The team we bowled was not chatty or exciting, and the fun teams were too far away. Michelle baked some cupcakes that were uber delicious.
Steve’s mommie showed up. I had heard rumors that she was fun, and it turns out they were true. She was lots of fun.
We lost all three games, and not just by a little. What makes it even more sad is that the youngest person (16?) on the league and the oldest (80) are on that team. The old guy (Richard) can barely walk from the lane back to his chair, but somehow manages to bowl pretty damn well. The young guy (Roman) bowls pretty badass. The other guy (Bryan) bowls like 8 strikes in a row. So yeah, we got whooped.
Anyways… it was an ok night. I’m busy at work today, so I need to get back to it.
