Monday, January 12, 2004
Public - 11:44 PM
OK mindy... I've gone ahead and e-mailed a few other people, and with luck, they too will be checking out this my blog.
but once they get here, they're gonna say, "dude, james, this blog sucks ass. There isn't even a mindy story."
WHEN MINDY MET EMILY
So we (Petros and myself) took our favorite waitress Mindy to Showgirls for Three-dollar wednesday. I cannot speak for petros, but Emily is my most favoritest waitress between the H-Club and the Cabaret. Mindy is a close second.
The nice thing about Emily is that she is always checking on you. And it has evolved to the point that she can recognize any potential jimmy-drunkenness and will attempt to stave off the inevitable with ice water. Petros likes his ice water w/a slice of lime, instead of a lemon. Emily need not be reminded of this.
We didn't take Mindy to the Cabaret to offer her tips on her waitressing prowess. Tony the doorman simply seated us in the waitress's section he knew we always wanted to sit in. Oh little did Emily know that Mindy would be watching her like a hawk. A little bitchy, spiteful hawk.
A little spiteful bitchy hawk who drinks a lot.
Anycrap, so we're building up Emily, partly because she's a badass, and partly to make Mindy feel bad. But what does Emily do, but fuck up the water. This does not escape Mindy, no sir, not for a second.
Up until this point, Emily has been golden. But no, the minute Mindy sits down, Emily gets hosed.
I was drinking vodka-red bulls that night, because it is a Chenelle-drink (those of you reading this know if you have a designated drink). 'Trose orders a rum and coke, and what does emily bring but another vodka-red bull. Dammit.
Oh mindy's wet with emily-bashing excitement. yessir.
At one point, she picks up petros's empty vodka-red bull, sniffs it and says "Ooh, this is a good rum and coke. OH WAIT!"
it was just about the meanest thing I'd ever seen in my entire life.
And now I fear that Mindy has usurped Emily. Only time will tell
OK time for jimmy sleep. Nobody else reading this keeps engineer hours.
James, Engineer-in-Training
but once they get here, they're gonna say, "dude, james, this blog sucks ass. There isn't even a mindy story."
WHEN MINDY MET EMILY
So we (Petros and myself) took our favorite waitress Mindy to Showgirls for Three-dollar wednesday. I cannot speak for petros, but Emily is my most favoritest waitress between the H-Club and the Cabaret. Mindy is a close second.
The nice thing about Emily is that she is always checking on you. And it has evolved to the point that she can recognize any potential jimmy-drunkenness and will attempt to stave off the inevitable with ice water. Petros likes his ice water w/a slice of lime, instead of a lemon. Emily need not be reminded of this.
We didn't take Mindy to the Cabaret to offer her tips on her waitressing prowess. Tony the doorman simply seated us in the waitress's section he knew we always wanted to sit in. Oh little did Emily know that Mindy would be watching her like a hawk. A little bitchy, spiteful hawk.
A little spiteful bitchy hawk who drinks a lot.
Anycrap, so we're building up Emily, partly because she's a badass, and partly to make Mindy feel bad. But what does Emily do, but fuck up the water. This does not escape Mindy, no sir, not for a second.
Up until this point, Emily has been golden. But no, the minute Mindy sits down, Emily gets hosed.
I was drinking vodka-red bulls that night, because it is a Chenelle-drink (those of you reading this know if you have a designated drink). 'Trose orders a rum and coke, and what does emily bring but another vodka-red bull. Dammit.
Oh mindy's wet with emily-bashing excitement. yessir.
At one point, she picks up petros's empty vodka-red bull, sniffs it and says "Ooh, this is a good rum and coke. OH WAIT!"
it was just about the meanest thing I'd ever seen in my entire life.
And now I fear that Mindy has usurped Emily. Only time will tell
OK time for jimmy sleep. Nobody else reading this keeps engineer hours.
James, Engineer-in-Training
