thai is hard to make GF, but i'd be happy to drop by for the company!

That does sound interesting...what about having courses or sharing plates at several restaurants...

I don't like the 6:30 start time how about 7:00 ish Gives me a chance to change out of my work scrubs since I get off work at 6 but is never out of the office at 6.

Cool! I'm in!

Btw August 8th is a Sunday. You mean the 10th?

oh, like a few days from now. well that still doesn't change anything. i'm unemployed. my schedule is open.

except i have a doctor's appt that day. i might be in a really bad mood. so, uh, you'll have to make me feel better. HA. good luck with that.

We will do more of these in the future, I'll set the date for the next one a little further out.

Still happening. Chris may have a man date with Tim P.

I'm hearing a rumor that Tinker may show up.

Nobody consulted with me, I have enough meals planned, I think...

Si.

because of the sunburn?

Thanks for coming, kids. Had a good time, I enjoyed the company. The restaurant (Red) is good, but a little pricey. It will probably be just an occasional visit for me, but nice to have the option in the neighborhood. The waitress was fine until checkout time, I'm guessing she was tired after the dinner rush, they were very busy for a Tuesday night.

my diet coke was pretty okay! :o)

We'll make it to the next one. Chris and I met Tim since Dave ditched him

Thanks- good stuff! After starting back home I heard a FWOTFWOTFWOTFWOTFWOTFWOT and realized that my tire had blown out, I pulled over to the side of the road and found my cell phone (which had no charge) and made a 911 call that went like this:

"Hi I had a blowout on I-80 across from the Adult Emporium and my cell phone is out of energy so this call is going to end in two seconds."

"Near the Adult Emporium?"

Click.

After three hours of sitting in the intense humidity with my windows fogged up imagining what it would be like to have a Roman bath with slaves working below to heat the fires and reflecting on the wisdom of having had the spare tire removed from my trunk for extra space, I resigned myself to walking across the roads to that shining beacon of smut to see if I could access an open wifi network with my laptop and send off some angry e-mails to the atmosphere for trapping moisture so efficiently... Perhaps if someone was there I could use their phone. Surely one had to have a good sense of humor if one works in a truck stop porn palace. Potentially a great friend for life, or alternatively I was going to be murdered and buried in a field after my corpse had been repeatedly sodomized and harvested for black market organs to supply the new pizza shop in Ames.

As I climbed up the side of the embankment, lightening flashing above me in the darkness, I noticed the occasional 1am trucker rolling through the parking lot to check if the store was still open (uh oh), and also something right in front of me in the grass: a venomous Massasauga swamp rattlesnake. "Aw Crikey!" I shouted in an Australian accent, defensively backing down slowly in a highly complex flip-flop reverse side-strafe. It was then that a passing highway patrolman pulled up behind my car, so I hurried back across the lanes with all of my Frogger know-how to hear him say that they had known I was out here this entire time, they were just busy with other things and had come as soon as possible. My mind flashed back immediately to Sammy mentioning Supertroopers drinking entire bottles of syrup. The patrolman said I could stay in Newton overnight and that a tow truck would be coming in about 45 minutes. Soon after this it started pouring down rain, to pass the time I fashioned a disc launcher Macgyver-style out of a mop, some bungee cord, and some Frolf drivers laying in my back seat. I found an old bag of almonds and ate several handfuls to replenish potassium from the electrolytes that I had lost. Insects large and small had streamed into the cabin as the windows had lain open to offer a paltry amount ventilation. Delirious from the lack of time's passage I sang a song about a woman ascending into heaven on a stairway she had purchased. EVENTUALLY Ernie the tow guy arrived to deliver me to Newton Super 8, it was by now around 3:45am with a heavy storm around us, and that my friends is when my adventure truly began- for you see the Newton Super 8 is no ordinary motel, it is a motel with severe black widow infestation problems.