Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right
I’m still recovering from Niki’s Christmas Party last night. When you get hair dressers together, it’s usually around lots of alcohol. The group we were with was situated between one of the other chain shops and beside a group of what I was guessing were a.) Realtors b.) Salesmen with a lot of women over 45 who had the largest fake boobs we’ve ever seen. Watching “old” women in sparkling dresses compare firmness in the fake boob department really made me glad we ate at Cracker Barrel before we went to this “restaurant” that was really a bar….they weren’t fooling me.
So between the best beer I’ve had in a long time and making fun of the plastic women beside us, it wasn’t too bad. But we had a really bad waitress who, because we had a party of 8, already had her tip. So she really didn’t give a shit. The other branch had a good waitress.
But I was really amazed at how these people acted. People older than me were acting like they were 18 and auditioning for either a.) Snoop Dogg’s HizHo ranch b.) MILF’s Uncut. I just wanted 2% of the cash used to enhance all of those women.
So after getting completely screwed by our waitress and watching the possible mass faux tit breakage of all of those plastic women shakin’ it to “Brick House” sung by a very very bad Prince wannabe, we definitely had to get the fuck outta there.