2/6/09 Music Trip--On The Ride Back

Ok so, here I am sitting in a restaurant in Escanaba.  I'm glancing around the room and my eyes settle upon a fellow student's watch.  It has a brown strap, similar to his hair, the brown part, not the strap.  That would be weird if our heads had straps.  What would we do with them exactly?  Would we attach things to our heads such as... oh my... can't think of--OH WAIT!  In foreign countries like Africa where they carry bowls and whatnot on their heads... or for people who have big afros and the people are like, "Today, I don't want an afro," or for the people who's hats blow off in the wind.

I just said the word "fooding," oh dear...No thought, this is bad.  This is very, very bad, as in not good as in...I lost the game.  The cake is a lie.

So I was walking into this place and a lady asking (why did I write, "Asking?"  Hmmm.) She was holding the door open for the person behind me.  I knew this.  This was not anything new.  So she was holding the door open (not for me), and I walked through and say, "Thank you."  And she said, "I wasn't holding the door open for you."  Who says that though, I mean really!?!

These cheese curds are amazing!!... You know when ice sticks to the bottom of the glass?  That is really annoying!!!  When is our food getting here anyway?  Wow speak of the food.  I spoke and there it is, that's creepy.  Time to eat; Goodbye :D