Dee & I hosted a party. Dee made an excellent array of food and I provided my usual mix of engaging conversation, witty interchange and halftime givaways of classic film. It was fun.
What were those classic movies? None other than Bullies and Captive Wild Woman, of course.
A Buffalo Wild Wings opened up in Ann Arbor. I know what you're thinking: "Kyle, B-dubs is like a Hooters for men who like ass". Or at least that's what Steve is thinking. And he's right, of course, but it's also so much more. For instance, it has ntn trivia, which is fun. It also has Buck Hunter (a.k.a. the best game ever) and a truly entertaining mix of people, including fratty guys, sorority girls, Greeked-out sports nuts, girly Greeky supid girls, and funny people walking outside on the sidewalk. Last night we were treated to the following:
-(as told by our waitress) Two guys clad in sweatpants and sweatshirts came in, wanted to play some football, bought some wings which were too hot, complained about the wings, then left in a huff to play football
-A table of guys next to us having the most hilarious conversation, which ranged from engines, to working out, to sports, to golden quotes such as "After I meet someone I have to check out EVERY inch of their body"
-A guy outside our window drinking from a water bottle, which obviously didn't contain water.
-Steve laughing at the guy and the guy flicking Steve off
-A well-dressed Italian guy outside arguing furiously with himself.
-An asian lady with the most rediculous amount of underwear sticking out of her pants (seriously, these were size XL grandma panties and they were flowing like lava out of a volcano)
-a series of three friends at the urinals all laughing at each other's penis size
There was more but I can't remember. Best of all, Steve and I were walking down the street behind a middle-aged, elegantly dressed lady. We got closer to her and began passing, when she farted loudly on us and immediately turned around and scowled. As if we had laughed or something, but we hadn't had time to make any reaction.
A Buffalo Wild Wings opened up in Ann Arbor. I know what you're thinking: "Kyle, B-dubs is like a Hooters for men who like ass". Or at least that's what Steve is thinking. And he's right, of course, but it's also so much more. For instance, it has ntn trivia, which is fun. It also has Buck Hunter (a.k.a. the best game ever) and a truly entertaining mix of people, including fratty guys, sorority girls, Greeked-out sports nuts, girly Greeky supid girls, and funny people walking outside on the sidewalk. Last night we were treated to the following:
-(as told by our waitress) Two guys clad in sweatpants and sweatshirts came in, wanted to play some football, bought some wings which were too hot, complained about the wings, then left in a huff to play football
-A table of guys next to us having the most hilarious conversation, which ranged from engines, to working out, to sports, to golden quotes such as "After I meet someone I have to check out EVERY inch of their body"
-A guy outside our window drinking from a water bottle, which obviously didn't contain water.
-Steve laughing at the guy and the guy flicking Steve off
-A well-dressed Italian guy outside arguing furiously with himself.
-An asian lady with the most rediculous amount of underwear sticking out of her pants (seriously, these were size XL grandma panties and they were flowing like lava out of a volcano)
-a series of three friends at the urinals all laughing at each other's penis size
There was more but I can't remember. Best of all, Steve and I were walking down the street behind a middle-aged, elegantly dressed lady. We got closer to her and began passing, when she farted loudly on us and immediately turned around and scouled. As if we had laughed or something, but we hadn't had time to make any reaction.
