It started out crappy. For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to stay up until 2am last night finishing that poem. Whatever, it felt good to get it done. So when I woke up this morning, at about 7:40, I was still a lil groggy, and I used the snooze twice- I haven’t done that in ages. Then I chilled and played some HL2 until I went to work at 9 to cover Dan’s shift because he had a final. It was cool, I talked to another ITS worker about RPGs a bunch and I think I might try to play Final Fantasy 7, if I can get ahold of a copy. For some reason, the whole morning just seemed…off. After my review session for Real Analysis (which is going to kick my ass, btw) Pat found me and we had nothing to do, so we went out on the towns. We went to Borders and I got some sweet new books: Anthem by Ayn Rand, and The Pelican Brief and The Firm by John Grisham. Then we were on our way to hit up the Hobby Lobby to get paint and check out the sweet model car selection when we saw that the new Fuddrucker’s was open. This was when the day started to totally pick up.

So we go in, and I’d never been to a Fuddrucker’s before, but I kind of understood the concept: you get a burger and you alone are responsible for condiment application. Pat and I each got a combo deal that came with a shake, and I got strawberry, but Pat was too cool for strawberry so he got vanilla. Then we were waiting at our table for the milkshakes to come and for our food pager to go off so we could get our burgers, and we were discussing how the girl that rang us up was totally not liking the day (she was completely bland and had that ‘I need to get the fuck out of this place’ look on her face) and a waitress came over to clean the table next to us right as a pair of people were going to sit there. She was totally cool and was all like “You want me to clean that for you? I mean, I could leave it dirty for you if you really want me to…” while she was cleaning it- totally suave. So I commented about how she was totally lovin’ her job way more than the girl at the register, no big deal. When our shakes came it was the cool girl that brought them. She asked “Who has the strawberry?” Me, of course. Then she said something about strawberry just loud enough for Pat to hear but I couldn’t quite make it out, and Pat started cracking up. Obviously, I had to know what she said, so I asked. Turns out she said “Strawberry shakes are for pansies.” [Jaw agape] She was totally just joshin’, but I played it smooth: “I think that deserves a hug.” So I totally scored a one-armed hug from a Fuddrucker’s cutie. Then later she came back over during a lull in her service to ask “How is the strawberry shake?” and I couldn’t help but shoot the “Well it was fine…until you came back” playfully. I made sure she knew I was kidding by saying “I’m kidding” over and over again while she went back to work. She was totally diggin’ it. I decided that I like Fuddrucker’s.

Nothing else really interesting happened for the rest of the day, but I’m liking the day, and I should think that I want to keep it that way. 🙂