friends the other night - separately.
Here is how each evening shook down:
We meet precisely at 5:40 pm at Yardhouse.
We get in our order BEFORE 6pm to make
sure we get the happy hour prices.
Shared appetizers - half off each.
Each had 1 martini - also half off.
Deep conversation about the "meaning of it all."
Total bill $30
Each girl puts in a $20 - nice tip for the waitress.
Home by 7:30 pm - watching DVD in Jammies.
The guys meet at a bar and toss a few back, Play pool, Cut off someones pony tail. Decide to hit up sushi restaurant down the street. Order copious amounts of food. Order even more drinks. Order drinks for everyone in the restaurant. Don't remember what they ate/drank, but the bill comes to ... oh about $300 (for 2 of them). Hit up bar on way home, have another beer. Show up at my door LATE, drunk. (Please note that we live in a bike riding area, so no drunk driving has taken place.)
Seriously, we are such different creatures. I love it.
How true is this picture?????
I got it from some Australian dudes blog.
Song of the Day: Goodnight and Go by Imogen Heap