Oo Rah!

As a "writer," I can't wish for a better day than yesterday. It was going to be a chill day, a day to reflect. Those are the days you realize you are up shit creek and have nothing but your Choo's to paddle with.

Fritas and I went to lunch, like we do practically everyday. Only today was not every other day. We sat on the patio and ordered our regular entrees, but out of the corner of my eye I see a commotion on the playground. Thinking the worst(you have NO IDEA), I ran to the fence only to see Dancing Girl. This girl is infamous in our shopping center, and spotting her is like catching a Bigfoot orgy. So I grabbed Fritas' camera phone and started taking video. After jumping, twirling, and a few pop and locks she realized she had a crowd and dipped, or her E started to wear off. The rest of lunch we had plenty to talk about.

After that Fritas had to nanny, so I caught an early movie. I watched Nick and Norah's Playlist, and essentially it was like every Jennifer Love Hewitt movie, but with out JLove. I figured since I was done killing brain cells for the day, I'd go to the book store and catch up on some reading. I ended up picking out a pretty decent book, at least for the fashionista that lives within me. Bringing Home the Birken was a good story, the writing was a little juvenile, but entertaining non the less. It passed my time for a few hours until Fritas called back. We had some Firebirds for dinner and decided to part ways. This is where the night got interesting.

I go to my regular watering hole for a beer before I get some down time at home. I sat next to the manager, who I knew very well, and chatted for a bit. A few minutes, and half a beer later this bohemoth guy walks in and plops in his chair with his friend a few seats down from me. They pounded a few shots and waited on their pizza. The big guy then looks at our group and says "OOO RAH," the Marine cry. "Hey, HEY. Say Ooo Rah. SAY OOO RAH!" I half heartedly said it back when he flipped out. "What the fuck did you just say?" His pizza arived in front of him in a to-go box. By this time I had turned my chair out enough to get one great shot in. The manager told him to get the hell out, so Big Guy opens the box lid and hurls the pizza at the plasma screen and runs out leaving his friend behind. I had to listen to his friend apologize and fill out police reports for the next hour and a half. Some fucking day huh?

Bradley James