Posted: Aug 9, 2005 9:27 pm
Surprised that there has been no mention of the Public Eye BBQ. Actually, I'm not so surprised. Miles and I had the buffet (post-birthday hangover) years and years ago, and it made me feel as though I'd been kicked down the street. It burned, dubiously, and there is (SURPRISE) a parking lot (complete with skate/freestyle slope) in its place. Last night, I rode my bike around this area, and I can possibly visualize a normal Target, but not a super 24/7 Target. Still, a very tight squeeze.
So, we have:
The Public Eye debacle.
The one and only time that I can remember patronizing T.G.I. Fridays, I had to physically carry my then girlfriend (who had a blown-out knee) through the restaurant. We enjoyed an order of ho-hum strips, medoicrifries, and forgetatips. For some reason, it seemed like the only place open at that time of the night.
I used to enjoy yelling various un-niceties when the Friday's window was open.
For my 19th birthday, I was awarded tickets to see Carrot Top at the Comedy Zone (or whatever it was named in the early-90's). I went.
I never ate at that particular Cancun location.
For Dave Dunlap's bachelor party evening, we (including a frequent poster to this thread) were almost kicked out of the comedy club for heckling. The cooler was hovering.
I had the very-entertaining-but-only-needed-once experience of open-mic night at the same club. A girl got on stage and told this joke:
"I was dating a minotaur, but I got sick of his bullshit. Uh, get it? A minotaur is half-man and half-cow, uh, anyway, I was also dating a centaur, but got sick of his giant horse cock, uh, a centaur is half-man and half-horse."
...at this point, a redneck in the back of the club began (and did not stop throughout her five minutes) to yell "HORSECOCK!!!!!!" at the top of his lungs.
So, my question is: What in the hell am I suppose to do with these memories?