1. Mary told me about an ex-boyfriend who was a sommelier. I didn’t tell her at the time, but–having never heard the term “sommelier” before–I thought she was saying he was from Somalia. Thankfully, I contextualized her story before asking when he’d immigrated or something equally dorky.
Jason: “I was going to take a nap, but I found a live video stream of Al-Jazeera…in English!”
Sue: …and then they started shooting beer.
Amanda: With guns?
In my defense, I thought maybe shooting up beer cans with firearms could be enjoyable for drunken revelers. I never considered that the infinitive of shooting beer might be “to drink shots.” Oops. Where’s Mary when I need clarification about alcohol?
On the side of a bus: 25 cent quarter hot dogs every Tuesday!
Does this mean $1 gets you a whole hot dog? Interesting.
Location: Ramsey’s (where we went for lunch yesterday to celebrate my birthday. More on that later).
Diner #1: Yes, I’ll have the fried catfish.
Diner #2: And I’ll have the chicken livers.
I wouldn’t even know where to start looking for either of those foods in Utah. Perhaps someday Jason and I will be courageous enough to try really unique southern food; I am curious about the deep-fried corn advertised on the Ramsey’s menu.
Today someone referred to miniature golf as “putt putt.” Now I feel bad that I made fun of you for calling it that.