The Figueroa Restaurant
According to my wife, my father has aspirations to for my Jess and I to move out to California after I get out of the service and open up a restaurant with him. Discussing this with Jess we came to the conclusion that: she will end up being the only one cooking, my dad will be the security guy sitting in his recliner watching the video feed from the woman’s restroom. Robin would be the usher sitting at the front desk with a tube-top on and wearing moon boots (so she can bounce up and down). Mikey can be our resident competitive eater, and Liz will be our bouncer (she’ll just have to show her ‘tude).
Back to that whole Navy “accelerate your life” deal or whatnot, I finally tested for wsc-3 (pronounced: whiskey) and passed thanks to a ‘bump’ (mercy grade-increase). I finished my scat pack today and I’ll be starting lab after chow (fucking woo </sarcasm>). I’m now 3 days ahead, mid-july looks reasonable as a comp-date.
May 8th, 2009 at 07:02
nice….thanks
May 10th, 2009 at 02:16
Gotta give me some time to finish my plans on the Burns Brewery, woman!
May 12th, 2009 at 04:38
SAAAAAAA – WEEEEET!!!!!!
But, so you really think much ‘work’ will be done?