February 6, 2006 - Monday | 7:55 AM, CST

Yesterday was my Mom's birthday. Bryan and I took her out for breakfast early in the morning, after which we returned to her house and watched "Aviator," a strange movie but interesting nonetheless.

My weekend was short, but eventful. Saturday morning, after work, Bryan, Keith, and I drove to Champaign to purchase some webbing at the surplus store. You take a roughly ten or twelve foot length of one inch nylon webbing, sew it together into a loop, and you have a very effective firefighting tool used primarily in search and rescue, but it also has a variety of other uses as well. From there we stopped at the mall, and I pursued my vain quest for a grill press. I suppose that with all the gas and time I've wasted trying to find one at the store, it'd be worth my effort to call the manufacturer and order it directly.

We ate lunch in the mall's food court, where every store was (I'm not making this up) owned by the Chinese. We finally decided on eating at the "New York Burger," although I had some trouble ordering due to the language barrier. Not nearly as much trouble ordering as say, going to IHOP, but you get the drift. Plus, I always enjoy seeing Commie countries robbed of their entrepreneurs. Stick that one to the man. Blamshit.

Keith and I mistakenly decided to drive to Kankakee for some late night IHOP later on. This time, instead of being incompetant, our waiter was rude. Keith and I are old fashioned, and we both order for our women. Keith was first, and began as such:

Keith: I'd like an order of steak quesadillas, with... *looking at Mindy* what do you want on it?

Waiter: (In rude, condescending tone) Oh, is this for her? Well, you need to tell me that then, because it will really help me out.

Keith is obviously perturbed by this, but continues with his order. Next is my turn.

Me: Well, for ME I'd like the all you can eat pancakes, and for HER I'd also like an order of all you can eat pancakes. Is that clear enough?

At this point, the waiter sensed by Keith's glares and my shitty remarks that he wasn't earning a very large tip, so he became over-polite and friendly, and even went as far as to touch me on the shoulder.

I believe the next time I'm in the mood for some late night snacks, we'll go next door to the Steak 'N Shake. Especially after reading in the paper of a late night, gang-related knife fight the previous weekend. What a classy place it has turned out to be.

Well, I should probably be getting a shower now. My agenda for tonight: Call Nathan, and Andy. And one more note, I saw the lovely Colleen yesterday in the movie store. She greeted Bryan and I by throwing a movie box in our direction. What sweet girl. She hasn't updated her website in over a month. Shame...

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