You will always live an Interesting Life
So it was a mundane Monday. Work was long and drawn out, not as long as last Friday, but too long in itself. There is a few places that deliver to our Penthouse, so we decided to try out the Chinese place, Long Island Restaurant. The only problem is that we didn't have a menu. So we just ordered a typical meal we'd order from any Chinese place; Chicken Chow Main, Sweet and Sour Chicken, Egg Rolls, and Won Ton Soup. Justin orders it and the lady asks if he wants a soda, he says no, but she argues that it is for free. Even though we have beers, we're stoked on the free drink. Justin requests that the delivery boy put a menu in it. This offended her a little, she said that they always do that. When the food arrives, the soda is a can. They spare no expense. The food was really good, better than the last time I ate in Chinatown; plus this is in the Mission District. And it hasn't tore up my stomach yet. The Egg Rolls, Chow Main and Sweet and Sour Chicken were really good. The Won Ton Soup was pretty bland. When we got to the fortune cookies, mine said, "You will always live an Interesting Life." WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN? Does that mean interesting good? Or interesting bad? Like a car wreck. It still kinda wierds me out.
We played some Super Tennis and then head out to our neighborhood bar. When we got to our front door there were menu's for the Long Island restaurant all over the front door. The delivery boy did his job. We walked to Twin Peaks Pizza (damn good) and went in to get a to-go menu, but the five "workers" (and I use this term loosely) ignored us. One chick came back from the kitchen, looked for a menu and then told us, "I no have to-go menu. Just call and I read you the menu." disappointed we go to the bar down the street from our place.
When ever I go to this place, there are always the same people in there, obliterated and arguing/annoying each other. We order from the bartender and I sit in the stool that is in front of the glass she placed for me. This big old fuck, with a dirty homeless beard and scraggly hat (looked like a dirty Gandalof from Lord of the Rings) comes around to my back and says in my ear, "IN MY SEAT". It caught me off guard because I saw him walk past me, but he just did that to do a 180 to get on my blind side. So I said I was sorry and he moved his MARTINI (what a little bitch) closer to the chair I was sitting in. As the HOT bartender (who has a fatty back tat and a lovely Scottish accent) pours our beers she signals to the bouncer that he and his friend have had too much to drink, but I think everybody in there did. After we got our drinks and headed to the back of the bar where the pool table is, the big old fuck started to yell at his friend next to him, who was talking loudly to him. He was wasted and old, I could have taken him out if I needed to, but I think he recognized that that I sat where the bartender put my glass and not that I was steeling his seat, after he tried to punk me. Not that it mattered that I took a seat, there were only 5 people in there and about 15 empty seats at the bar!
When we were in the middle of our crappy pool game, the annoying guy next to the Big Old Fuck, asks if he can play next game. We said yes, finished the game, chugged our beers, and then left. I thought one of the chicks were checking me out in there, but fuck, with all the degenerates, I'm a fucking diamond in the rough!
Ahhh, the city life.
We played some Super Tennis and then head out to our neighborhood bar. When we got to our front door there were menu's for the Long Island restaurant all over the front door. The delivery boy did his job. We walked to Twin Peaks Pizza (damn good) and went in to get a to-go menu, but the five "workers" (and I use this term loosely) ignored us. One chick came back from the kitchen, looked for a menu and then told us, "I no have to-go menu. Just call and I read you the menu." disappointed we go to the bar down the street from our place.
When ever I go to this place, there are always the same people in there, obliterated and arguing/annoying each other. We order from the bartender and I sit in the stool that is in front of the glass she placed for me. This big old fuck, with a dirty homeless beard and scraggly hat (looked like a dirty Gandalof from Lord of the Rings) comes around to my back and says in my ear, "IN MY SEAT". It caught me off guard because I saw him walk past me, but he just did that to do a 180 to get on my blind side. So I said I was sorry and he moved his MARTINI (what a little bitch) closer to the chair I was sitting in. As the HOT bartender (who has a fatty back tat and a lovely Scottish accent) pours our beers she signals to the bouncer that he and his friend have had too much to drink, but I think everybody in there did. After we got our drinks and headed to the back of the bar where the pool table is, the big old fuck started to yell at his friend next to him, who was talking loudly to him. He was wasted and old, I could have taken him out if I needed to, but I think he recognized that that I sat where the bartender put my glass and not that I was steeling his seat, after he tried to punk me. Not that it mattered that I took a seat, there were only 5 people in there and about 15 empty seats at the bar!
When we were in the middle of our crappy pool game, the annoying guy next to the Big Old Fuck, asks if he can play next game. We said yes, finished the game, chugged our beers, and then left. I thought one of the chicks were checking me out in there, but fuck, with all the degenerates, I'm a fucking diamond in the rough!
Ahhh, the city life.
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