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Sunday, February 1, 2009

Waiting for milk, man

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It’s a strange thing I do for the many people I love.  Earlier in the week, my hot Cousin Larry sent me a tweet telling me he’d love me for ever if I’d take the fam to the Dairy Queen that Parker Posey worked at in “Waiting for Guffman” and take pictures of us eating a blizzard.

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I suppose it’s a logical assumption that as a Texas I should be a huge fan of Dairy Queen?  I mean, after all, the Dairy Queen sign pictured above is “the official stop sign of Texas”.  But, like being a bad gay, I’m also a horrible Texan.  For example, I don’t support “Death Penalty Thursdays”, and as of today I’ve only eaten at Dairy Queen twice in my life. 

It’s not that I don’t like Dairy Queen.  I suppose it’s tasty enough.  But their menu is harder to figure out than your federal income taxes and there are MUCH better places to get “ice cream” than Dairly Queen.  And yes, “ice cream” fully deserves to be in quotes there.  Cuz I don’t know what that shit they serve is, but it surely ain’t ice cream.  Apparently it comes in a colostomy bag that is pre-mixed and frozen on the spot???  That ain’t ice cream folks.  I’ve made ice cream, and I know that ain’t how it’s done.  So how do I know so much about the DQ having only been twice in my life???

As I was ordering our lunch-by-number from the apathetic angry person behind the counter, I started, as I always do, with the kids. 

“I’ll take a number 8 (three tacos) with a milk”.

“We don’t have milk”.

I laughed, because surely this cow behind the counter was yanking my chain.  “You don’t have milk”?

“No.  I di’uhnt stutter.  We ain’t got milk”.

I asked, “Well how do you make MILKSHAKES”? 

She said, “Like everyone else.  I lift the lever up”.

Whore.

So, I’m guessing the milkshakes you get at Dairy Queen aren’t, uh, authentic? 

Since I had “ordered a combo” she pulled down a 3 liter Styrofoam cup for me to get the kid some soda from the teeth rotter.  I told her it wasn’t necessary, that if THEY DIDN’T HAVE MILK, the kids WOULDN’T BE DRINKING ANYTHING…and CERTAINLY NOT 3-liters of soda…each.

So I ordered the second meal, the #6 (“The Dude”) with a diet soda for Jed.  I think Jed was hoping I’d actually say, “Give me the dude” instead of “I’ll take a #6”.  Sorry to disappoint again.  Then I went on to get Nate’s.  I said, “I’ll take the number 9 (chicken strips)" and as I gave a long pregnant pause to order something for myself, I noticed Ms. Mensa 2008 pull another 3-liter soda cup down.

Now, I sort of see the confusion.  I had just ordered Jed’s meal WITH a soda, but I didn’t ask for one for the chicken strips.  I went on to add to my order, “and a number 2” (the “belt buster”) with a coke.  When she pulled down another cup I said, “I only need two cups.  I asked for a coke and a diet coke”.  And  she said, “But you keep ordering by number and the combos come with a soda”.  Uhhhh, NO MENSA, THEY DON’T.  Perhaps it would benefit you if you looked at your own menu once in your career at the Queen.  ALL of the combos CLEARLY have the option of the meal by it’s self AND, priced separately, the same combos “WITH A SODA”.

In an effort to not have Mensa wipe my bun on her crack for pissing her off, I just dropped it and told her I was done with my order.  Four meals, two sodas, and a smile.  BUT, having gotten my lunch.  I have a question.  If you’re going to label a DOUBLE PATTY BURGER a “belt buster” WHY NOT GO AHEAD AND THROW A SLICE OR THREE OF CHEESE ON IT?  For real?  Can it really be THAT difficult to … never mind.

So, for the pics…

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And JUST for my hot Cousin Larry…

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Can I go ahead and make this one of my official restaurant reviews???

5 stars for eating where Parker Posey filmed, 1 star for the rest.  For reals.

 

P.S. For any of you regulars who are in touch with DQ Rick (the Dairy Fairy), make sure he sees this.  He’s got some splaining to do!  :-)

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Waiting.

Friday, December 12, 2008

December Challenge Day 12

It is, man. It really is.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Christmas is a horse.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

$164 yesterday. $88 two weeks ago.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

December Challenge Day 3.1

The boy becomes:
When I met Jed 9 years ago he was a 24 year old boy. Today’s his 34 year old man. Yes, I realize the math doesn’t work out…but I met him 2 weeks before his 25th birthday, so he WAS 24 NINE years ago! It’s been a great pleasure to watch him grow into the man he has become.

Happy birthday boo.


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This was us way back then. We've all put on a bit of weight...even Roscoe!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

The "day of beauty" seems hardly worth it. :-(

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Is this an appropriate title for a children's book?

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Even I'm not gay enough to ride this cycle.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Grant or Hefner?

Subliminal

So I'm sitting in the youth room of this Universalist Unitarian church where Adrian goes to Campfire meetings. The walls are filled with all kinds of affirmational type graffiti. And much of it makes sense. IE: "all people are 'people of color'"; "God is watching you"; etc. But then I saw the graffiti I posted above and thought, huh? What? Is someone trying to say they don't go to X-Tube anymore? Or is this some 14 year old that thinks by adding an "e" to X-Tube that old people like me won't know what it means? And I particularly appreciate how the "U" and "E" drips like jiz. That's not subtle AT ALL.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Horse is the new black.



Jason Mraz, "Geek in Pink"...or hot damn delicious??? I say, DELICIOUS. Now where's my riding crop?

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Eat me!

I wonder how this was pitched in the business plan. Who thinks, "huh I'll open a restaurant named after a blood sucking villain." Anyone want to take bets on if they serve Bloody Mary's?

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Life

Friday, August 29, 2008

Cancer

Thursday, August 28, 2008

I just cracked my friggin windshield

While putting on my suction mount for my GPS. I guess Im butcher than I thought I was.

Eating Breakfast With My Baby

Here we sit in the school cafeteria with my legs awkwardly bent under a table most definitely too small for me. But watching my little circus clown perform has somehow just made my entire day fantastic.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Lunch.