Bored & (sometimes) Witty

That is a natural question to ask when you order a Dr. Pepper and the server announces that they are serving you a Dr. Pibb.

Not that that happened last night. Last night was all about margaritas and pseudo-martinis that match one’s blue shirt.

I had dinner with Alma and Josers and I haven’t seen them in ages so that called for a pitcher of margaritas. I don’t think I have actually seen Josers since we graduated high school. And in case you were wondering, he is freakin hilair. As evidence to attest to my previous statement, we had a conversation that went like this:

Josers: I realized that I hadn’t ever hung out with her sober so I ordered a sweet tea. She hesitated, but then ordered a Dr. Pepper and they brought back a Dr. Pibb. She just stared at it. And I thought, ‘when did Mr. Pibb go back and get his PhD?’

Me: No words, only a napkin to cover the margarita that almost came out my nose.

This was pretty much one of the most hilarious things said tonight. Next to Josers’ story about how during a St. Patrick’s Day lightning storm, in which the power was out, they had a ‘Save the Beer’ party and drank from aluminum cans on the porch yelling, “strike me Jesus.” That is almost as good as my March 17th story in which I was told (unsolicited, I might add) that I was “really not that good looking.” Did I mention this was coming from an Asian man who was in an Irish pub, directed to a girl named Mary Colleen on St. Patrick’s Day? That is so wrong. Any other day of the year might have been acceptable. Rude, but acceptable.

But I digress.

I had an absolute blast with Alma and Josers. Josers confirmed what I already knew, that being that I would love the South and could be totally content living there, with all of my children referring to adults as “Ms or Mr insert-first-name-here”, should I ever choose to uproot and leave Crapa. Because that idea has never crossed my mind.

I have to say that I’m also slightly jealous of Joser’s collection of license plates that he keeps in his trunk. I’m pretty sure there were like, 4 different state plates back there. He is, for the record, currently sporting Georgia plates.

In honor of those, I’m now listening to Anthony David, where every song of his makes some sort of reference to Georgia or the ATL, and since we all know I’m a huge fan of the South, this totally works for me.

Cheers to having a good reason to go to the new Compadres. Or the old River City. Or the place where Doug’s Brother once worked. Or the place where one can play liar’s dice at any given time of the day. Or whatever else you feel like calling it.