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Was more or less unplugged (and slothful - Vacation Workouts - http://tinyurl.com/c33dy6) since Wednesday morning, other than intermittent email access.

Brushed up on my "This is why you don't go to the Canadian Ballet" skills with a surrogate stripper/waitress at the Heart Attack Grill.

[livejournal.com profile] mighty_man & [livejournal.com profile] the_tangent419 opted for the Quadruple Bypass, I earned opprobrium for going with the single, and wasn't shy about sassing our waitress back.

Her: "And you got the girly-man burger?"
Me: "You're lucky I'm wearing pants."

Her: "I wish I could gain about five pounds."
Matt & I, pointing at the stacked mannequin right behind her: "Get implants."

Had a good time hanging with the guys. Ate some good food, most of which didn't object to being eaten. Baal, despite his protestations of modesty, is far and away the best of us in the kitchen - pancakes from scratch, with fresh strawberries and Godiva chocolate, bitches.

Did I miss anything?
Date/Time: 2009-03-23 14:16 (UTC)Posted by: [identity profile] sloot.livejournal.com
is that a euphamism for strip club?

Date/Time: 2009-03-23 14:18 (UTC)Posted by: [identity profile] mighty-man.livejournal.com
I think in your old age, your recollection of the conversation was fuzzy. Said waitress assailed me when I suggested implants, inquiring if I didn't think her boobs were big enough.

And for the record, the strawberries weren't fresh (they were from inside the Godiva, thus the large rubber mallet on the counter).

And yes, Baal is most definitely the best of us in the kitchen. Don't forget his killer french toast.
Date/Time: 2009-03-23 14:22 (UTC)Posted by: [identity profile] hellsop.livejournal.com
I was thinking it was a euphamism for "hockey game"...
Date/Time: 2009-03-23 14:27 (UTC)Posted by: [identity profile] etcet.livejournal.com
Yes, yes it is. At least, it is in Buffalo.
Date/Time: 2009-03-23 14:28 (UTC)Posted by: [identity profile] etcet.livejournal.com
inquiring if I didn't think her boobs were big enough.

Well, they weren't. :-D

I was in the other room when you took the mallet to the Godiva, so I didn't know that the chocolate and berries were from different sources.
Date/Time: 2009-03-23 14:32 (UTC)Posted by: [identity profile] sloot.livejournal.com
I like it.

In the 90s, there were TV ads for beer (probably Molson Canadian) where the guys went out to the "ballet" but it was a strip club.
Date/Time: 2009-03-23 14:34 (UTC)Posted by: [identity profile] sloot.livejournal.com
no, hockey is "canadian figure skating" - but that doesn't have nice ring to it, so people just call it "hockey" ;-)
Date/Time: 2009-03-23 15:57 (UTC)Posted by: [identity profile] maelstromsl.livejournal.com
implants are gross....
Date/Time: 2009-03-23 16:38 (UTC)Posted by: [identity profile] ilcylic.livejournal.com
Well, that all depends.

On what's being implanted, and where. :D
Date/Time: 2009-03-23 16:47 (UTC)Posted by: [identity profile] etcet.livejournal.com
as a wise friend of mine once said, "real or fake, they all taste the same." :-D

and, really, if the waitress is going to sass me, i'm going to give it right back, with instant compound interest.
Date/Time: 2009-03-23 17:06 (UTC)Posted by: [identity profile] maelstromsl.livejournal.com
whatever, just don't let me catch you hitting on my Mom with her big gah-gung-ga's

I also didn't understand that the waitress was sassing you... huh. guess you had to be there...
Date/Time: 2009-03-23 17:12 (UTC)Posted by: [identity profile] etcet.livejournal.com
I tend not to flirt with anyone's mother ([livejournal.com profile] kiraboo is an exception, because her mom [1] is a) younger than me, b) hot, and c) a good sport about it[2]).

The sass was because I ordered the smallest burger they make - 8oz, pre-cooked weight - and this place's schtick is that their burgers are these huge, unhealthy, bad-for-you things, which "real men" would nominally tend to try to outdo one another by consuming for volume and/or speed.

[1] - [livejournal.com profile] ashbet
[2] - she knows i'm sincere, but also kidding, and hasn't bludgeoned me ;-)
Date/Time: 2009-03-24 00:19 (UTC)Posted by: [identity profile] mighty-man.livejournal.com
Well, the whole point is that they are dancers after all....
Date/Time: 2009-03-24 00:21 (UTC)Posted by: [identity profile] mighty-man.livejournal.com
Agreed. I'm not a boob man, but she was pretty small/flat.

Chocolate: I forgot to buy chocolate chips/morsels, so we smashed up the Godiva covered strawberries that came in the gift basket baal got me for my last birthday. I figured the large rubber mallet would be...efficient.
Date/Time: 2009-03-24 00:22 (UTC)Posted by: [identity profile] mighty-man.livejournal.com
Only when they're sitting on the table (not implanted). Then they just like bags of jelly.

When they're implanted properly, they usually look pretty damn good.
Date/Time: 2009-03-24 02:32 (UTC)Posted by: [identity profile] maelstromsl.livejournal.com
eeeh, to each their own... I'm just glad no one requires me to get elective surgery.....