raddidge came down on Saturday afternoon and left Sunday afternoon. We had breakfast at the Manitou Pancake and Steakhouse then played stuff over at the Manitou Arcade. I miss raddidge's company on a regular basis.
I didn't have the presence of mind to take photos. Most likely because if I did then she would've covered her face and raised a fuss of "Don't look at me" and other nonsense.
Seriously she did come down and spent the weekend with me.
Found out on Friday that I was going to receive a raise. Didn't receive a raise last year.
Now I can share this news because I told it to raddidge in person.
Thank goodness for post-it notes.
I was driving around in a little red car. Behind me were four black men in a gray sports car. Each time I reached a stop light or sign I'd see them come up really close as if they were going to ram me only to stop with inches to spare. Got fed up, got out and confronted them telling them to stop. Their only response was annoyed silence. When I got back in my car and continued my aimless journey they broadsided my vehicle sending me skidding into a park.
Not wanting to continue on asphalt if those assholes were going to be present I asked a nearby meter maid if it was okay to drive over the grass until I reached my destination. She understood and let me know she'd look the other way as long as I didn't do any doughnuts.
My destination was Walmart. Since it was Christmas Eve I was going to pick up my gift to myself and Walmart had the cheapest price. The lot appeared to be full when I pulled in but as I continued toward the store I saw only the quarter by the entrance had cars. The rest of the lot was empty. Now I was concerned because it's Christmas Eve, everyone and their uncle is going to Walmart to buy cheap crap to fill the stockings of their loved ones. I parked in front of the door and went inside.
The joint was empty. There was some cosntruction, renovation really, where I believe the company was trying to ditch the look of despair and make their establishment a bit more presentable. Before I picked up my XBox 360 I browsed the games without much success. Nothing but crap was for sale. Brian was thumbing through the titles. When he acknowledged me it was pretty cordial rather than what one could expect from a long-lost friend. Anyway I picked up my system and went to check out.
A bunch of short girls in black parkas wearing rubber Spock ears started filing through the entrances. One came up to my check out stand and held up the cashier. The robber was quite nice, allowed me to continue with my transaction and allowed me to leave unmolested with my money.
When I got home and opened up my loot I discovered that this time Microsoft decided to make their console small instead of the gigantic black box which was their original offering. Heck it was tinier than the Wii. What hadn't changed was the size of the controller which looked like it could be comfortably held and used by a grizzly bear with acromegaly.
There was more but I didn't have the patience to continue with my notes. This offering should suffice.
