A guy's night out.

This past Friday night, I was given the ultimate gift.....the "kitchen pass,'' or more commonly known as a "guy's night out." This means that I have no responsibilities whatsoever when it comes to the little lady. Bonnie went over to a friend's house to watch movies and eat dip. I was told to whatever I wanted. Wow....imagine the possibilites.

Well, I started out my extravagant evening by eating at a place in Hixson, TN called Buffalo Wild Wing. It's a typical sports bar. It had lots of TV's, was way too loud, and the food consisted of Wings and whatever you wanted to take a chance on. I suggest staying away from the "Queso" dip. It was quesohorrible. The neat thing about these bars, especially on a Friday around 6pm is that I knew I was the most sober. The bar area was filled with folks that looked like they needed a drink, and bygolly, they got their medicine. Happy hour is truly a happy time.

Anyway, the bar was full, so I had to take a table all to myself. This is usually not a good idea because your server would rather see all four seats filled, not one. I was hoping being overweight would help my cause and make this dude think I was going to ask for the everything on the menu that started with "fried," but no go. He tried to get my drink order, food order, dessert order, and for me to pay before silverware was placed on my table. Great, I feel welcome. Step one on my adventure went flat. Now, on to the main event.

Anyone that knows me knows that I have two peculiar hobbies. One, I read two books a week and the other is that I have no problem sitting in a vast movie theatre by myself. My choices for a movie were bleak, so I decided to go with a movie that I was sure would blow crap up, be violent, and require no thought. This movie was "Death Race." Im not going to bother reviewing this movie. It was crass, uber violent, and a blow to my senses, which is what I wanted. The movie was so bad, it was funny, but with the way theatre's (Northgate 14) are set up with digital sound, even the worst can sound and look pretty cool. As the title suggest, there was a race and lots of death via said race. I walked out less intelligent and with less hearing, but satisfied.

Then I went home. I was back on my couch by 1030. Pretty sad to have the boss ladies permission to hit the town, but Im 34. Maybe I should have crashed a Greek party on campus or whatever but TIVO sounded better.

My point is that as I have gotten older, I don't need all the hoopla anymore. 10 years ago, heck maybe 5 years ago, I would have gotten drunk as a skunk and been out to 2am with some friends, but now that just seems like too much trouble.

Next up.....black socks, burmuda shorts, and a scooter at Walmart. Gotta go drink my juice and take a nap.