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Big three day weekend! I haven’t got much to say (except my spelling and grammar stink) so I’ll give the quick recap in Bullet Point Fashion!!!!!!

Friday
-Work
-Dinner at Rino’s with 3 25 oz Yuenglings and a Greek salad with anchovies
-Kyle wasn’t as excited as me about Rino’s and spent the whole time with a frown on his face which veered into whine territory a few times.
-More Yuenglings at home with ‘The Soup’
-Passed out about a half hour into Friday the 13th. (apparently that movie did big business this weekend but I doubt I’ll ever see it. I’m in no way anti-remake but I don’t see any need for it and it will most likely just be a waste of my time……unlike Jason X)

Saturday
-I ruined Valentine’s Day
-We went to my parents house in Jersey
-My grandmother farted really loud.
-I ate an anchovy pizza. Second anchovy encounter in two days!
-We got home really late

Sunday
-Lottery tickets
-Ribs
-Heineken
-Baileys
-Bed

Monday
-We took the kid out to Lancaster to pick him up some stylin outfits which must include safari animals.
-We went to the Olive Garden for unlimited salad and soup only to have our plan foiled by a jealous little dude. I should note here that I will never be one of those parents who allow their kid to cry in a restaurant. I’d rather kiss my farting grandma than let that happen (I’ve actually kissed my grandma before but that’s a story for a different day). I can’t stand the way people look at the parents of a wailing child. But I guess its unavoidable since we got some heated stares from some morally just individuals when we decided to stick out the 15 minute wait in the Olive Garden bar. How dare we bring a baby into the bar? I know. I know. We are awful people.
-Cashed in the winning lottery ticket and promptly refreshed our supply of Yuengling.
-Smoked a bunch of chicken and watched Gran Tourino.


That’s it. That was our wild weekend.

Gran Tourino- C

Man I had lofty expectations for this. Clint. Racism. Violence. If that isn’t a recipe for fun than I don’t know what is. Clint overplayed the angry old dude role and the story was way too simplistic to be effective. There were some boring subplots that built up to an overly predictable finale. The only reason this didn’t get a D was because of the gems that good ol’ Clint would throw out there from time-to-time and all of the love shown towards Pabst.