A Very Special Celebration For A Very Special Blog

Today was less uneventful than I figured it would be. And that's usually a pretty good thing. I wouldn't say it was filled with events, but it had at least one more than usual. Today, I got a text from an old boss of mine telling me that she was going to be at my local mall. Now she was a great boss, and I was pretty bummed when she wasn't my boss, anymore. Plus, I hadn't seen her in awhile, so I figured me heading over to the mall to see her wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, no matter how much I hate the mall. So I get to the mall, and of course, she's in Hot Topic. Yeah, she's one of those... except almost 30 years old. But she's really cool, so I let it slide. And she was also there with another ex-manager of mine, so it was like a big reunion. So the three of us just hung out in the mall for a bit, and caught up. It was a good time had by all. This wasn't going to turn into a long, drawn out story. I was just letting you know what I did today. I also had turkey chili for dinner. It was great. Moving on.

I have this friend. His name is Christian, and he's my best friend. I've known him since Kindergarten. And we've been hanging out and doing stuff together ever since. How close we are doesn't really relate too much to the story I'm going to tell, but that's how I decided to start off my story. There. Now that I've explained myself to you, may I move on? Thank you. So there was this guitar that Christian just thought was the fly's elbows, so to speak. That guitar is the Fender Cyclone II, and I must admit, the guitar is pretty gorgeous. Unfortunately, by the time Christian fell in love with it, they were no longer making it. But on fateful day, he discovered that there was a girl selling this very guitar at Penn State University. So after a few back and forths with this chick, he decided that it would totally be worth it to drive to Penn State and buy this guitar off this chick. She was only selling it for $600 too. At least I think that's how much it was. This was a couple years ago. But anyway, Christian was confident that it was completely worth it. Especially, considering it came in a beautiful Daphne Blue. That just so happens to be the most aesthetically pleasing shade of blue, if you did not know. So Christian wanted to know if I wanted to make the ride to Penn State with him. And being the spontaneous, devil may care kind of guy that I am, I was all for it. So we headed out on the long journey to Penn State. We decided that, for this journey, we would listen through the entire 4 discs of the Still Standing Ska Compilation. Back when that compilation came out, it was all we would listen to. So this was a real throwback for us. It's full of singalongs, and we were psyched to be listening to it on our drive. Looking back on it now, there's a lot of crappy music on there, but also a lot of great music. But anyway, we are on our way. The way there was probably pretty uneventful, or at least I don't remember anything interesting from it. I know that we got there a lot faster than any dumb internet map services told us we would. But eventually, we got to the middle of Pennsylvania to the town they made specifically for their dumb college. We drove around a bit until we found the girl that was selling the guitar. She brought her boyfriend along with her, just in case we turned out to be some crazies. Good move on her part. Christian and I became best friends because of our mutual love of kidnapping girls and dropping them off in unfamiliar places. But alas, her big, strong boyfriend was there, and we figured it'd be less messy if we just bought the guitar and left. It's a shame, though. She was pretty cute. But we made the most likely shady-looking deal, and then left on our way back to the Constitution State. There was minimal talking involved. Guitar girl did not become a lifelong friend, unfortunately. On the way back, Christian and I were determined to hit up a Cracker Barrel. We have Cracker Barrels in CT, but we just felt like that was a Pennsylvanian thing to do. Apparently, we were wrong about that, because we were having the hardest time finding a Cracker Barrel on the way home. Of course, we eventually found one, and then a million. It just seemed odd that it was taking so long. But we sure picked the right Cracker Barrel, because we had the hottest waitress around. I know! I thought all people who worked at Cracker Barrel were supposed to be gross, too! It just seems to fit the theme of the restaurant. But anyway, we sat down for our meal, and I'm absolutely positive that we convinced our hot waitress that we were a gay couple. It was completely unintentional, but it definitely happened. She would ask us questions like "Do you want biscuits or cornbread on the side?" and I'd say things like "Oh, we'll just have two of each and we can share them." And while that's the best way to go about things, the way I said it came off pretty gay. So for that evening we were the gay couple from the lovely, blue state of Connecticut. And I was fine with that, it left the waitress feeling more comfortable around us. She probably didn't think we were staring at her whenever she was in our line of sight. We were staring at her, but she didn't know that. And we were never going to see her again, anyway. Let her think we're gay! We're pretty much a couple as it is. We just like chicks. Man, I don't think Christian reads this, but I don't know how he'd feel about what I say about him on here. Oh well! It's pretty much common knowledge, anyway. But back to the story, I got some meatloaf, dumplings, mac and cheese, and green beans. It was probably the heaviest meal I could have possibly gotten, but it was damn good. Finished my plate, and everything. I think Christian got something from the breakfast menu, but I don't quite remember. Then we payed for our meal, bid our waitress a fond farewell, and were back on the road again. And that's probably all that was exciting about that story. We went to a gas station at one point, and I'm sure we played the guitar when we got back to Christian's. We also more than likely played video games. But who cares about any of that? I already told you about the best parts of the story!

Oh shoot! You know what I think this entry is? The big one zero! My tenth entry! How exciting is that?! I made it all the way to ten entries! Boy, am I proud of myself. You guys should all give me gifts, or something! I could rip off other, better blogs and tell you to send me nudes of yourselves, but I've probably seen most of the people who read this naked, anyway. I don't know. You guys are creative! Do something special for my tenth entry! I deserve it. I think to celebrate, I'll read articles on Indian music. Yeah, that sounds like a blast to me. Well I'll catch you cool dudes on the flip side! I look forward to all of your gifts! Thanks in advanced!