You've heard me talk about it before. I get to lead the most stellar small group out there. Fight Club. Last night was our first meeting since before the holidays. So naturally, we re-convened at Senor Tequilas. Our homeland. It's bad. Ponchito (our main waiter) knows us too well. He also pops a paper bag to scare us every single Wednesday night. Terrifies me every dang time. Every single time we meet, I most likely die laughing at something. Or someone. (That's prolly not good) Well I laughed a lot last night. Here are some of last night's high lights. I can't remember half of the things that were said, but here goes (they shall remain anonymous for reputation protection)
*French fries were ordered at Senor Tequilas
*Someone got peed by a dog on their vacay...
*I have never ever ever seen anyone so excited to go on a Key Club trip. This could be my favorite part of the night. Only because this person was so giddy. Never seen her in that state before. Love it.
*"You don't care? So you are just going to sit in it?"
*"My low of the break? Well, Sarah Sass forgot my birthday. When she saw me. On my birthday."
*"I gave her a dirty look."
*"Maybe it wasn't that mean to her face, but I was definitely mean behind her back." (This is my other favorite comment)
*"First pistol whip victim. Done."
*"I mean, if y'all want to take them down, I'm in. But I can only be the getaway driver because I will go to jail. I'm too old."
*"I can't get rid of him. He just won't leave me alone. For real."
*She's the nice one and apparently I'm the bratty one."
*"My mom says we are like Mutt and Jeff" (Another fav)
*"She's Cliqueolicious"
I'm probably supposed to proactively nip most of these comments in the bud pretty fast, but I'll be honest. Didn't happen. They are too hilarious. And I love our group. #gettinreal.
Over,
SRS
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