Kaycebby

The Adventures of Brittany Watkins and Me!



First let me start off by saying:
Come're son! That ladies tryin to do her job!
Who are you!?
You guys better recognize what the fuck's going on here.



This entry takes place over the course of a whole weekend. Yes, a whole one. First things first, Ihop. Good ole' Ihop. This was our eating place for two days in a row, of which we both realized just how magical the place really is. Our waitress was like a god, she brought us free coffee syrup that made our coffee taste like vanilla and chocolate (yumm), free apples and caramel, and sat down with us on her break where she then proceeded to tell us about our last waiter there (How he wasn't really gay) and that she had worked at almost every restaurant in hickory (Texas Roadhouse being that best.) Needles to say both times we ate there we tipped her 9 dollars, which for a waiter at Ihop must be a fortune. Not only was our waitress amazing, but so was the over-weight hillbilly family eating behind us. The big man (father) with a grease stains on his shirt kept telling his little rascal things like "Eliza get off'at table son!" and "We ain't ready to go yet, set back down boy" (You have to take into account the accent he had, it wasn't normal, overly redneck I must say.) Before the family left the little boy (Eliza) walked out in front of one of the cleaning crew ladies. The big man yelled out "COME'ER SON AT LADIES TRYIN TO DO HER JOB!", which hearing him say that in his slurred accent was like inviting Dane Cook over for dinner, hilarious and awkward.
After Ihop we went to see that movie "UP" in 3d, which was "nearly amazing" as my little sister would say. It was cute and that big bird "Kevin" made me giggle. Which everyone likes to giggle! We then went to buy band-aids for my little sister who face planted on one of those "XTREME" scooters and went to pick up Chelsea for "ice cream".
We finally got home where I made Brittany give me a back massage (which even though she might not admit actually loved.) because my back is all retarded and hurts all the time. We both got tired of that massage shit quickly, so we decided we'd go sit on my patio which smells like dog poop and puppy breath. We brought my iPod dock out there and plugged it up in an outside outlet that has to be at least 90 years old. There were puddles from the rain that day in my jagged concrete, so behind my brick wall we in them danced to Metric and Feist. I guess it was that moment dancing underneath a blank sky with my best friend that made me realize that everything is, and always will be, okay. I shouldn't worry as much as I do. It takes away from all the fun things in my life like big hillbillys and iPod docks. I've decided to try to be less stressed (As if that should be a problem at 15 anyway)

That's my story, and if you read it all come by my house and I'll give you a chocolate chip muffin.