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With Emily C. having recently moved into town from Boston, and the
weather still holding out - Grant and I decided to play hookey from
work on a Friday, hop in Nina's car and drive upstate looking for something
fun to do.
After a quick and delicious McBreakfast (mmmmm) here we are on
the West Side highway tearing out of town. West Side, boyeeee.
Emily and me in the backseat.
While Nina filled up the tank...
...Emily and Grant skipped off across the parking lot to purchash schome
schweet schnacks!
So
after stocking up on snacks, we drove to some state park. We parked
the car and walked over to this big old lake - our plan was to
go swimming. But it turned out
that "swimming
season" was over and there were all these park rangers walking
around making sure no one swam. (Booooo!). So instead we all laid down
in this big field and I took a nap. And then out of nowhere, storm
clouds rolled in so we decided to hop back in the car and spend the
rest of the day...
...at the nearby PALISADES PARK MALL! Wooooo!
Ahh sweet! The new scrotal augmentation store is finally here!
After walking around the mall for a bit we decided to head over to
the iMax theater and watch "Kilimanjaro." But not before we purchased
some Dippin' Dots (aka - <EchoeyFutureVoice>THE ICE CREAM OF THE
FUTURE!!! </EchoeyFutureVoice>)
We were all laughing at the whole OF THE FUTURE bit - or at least we
were until we made our ice cream selection and all of a sudden this
vacuum-powered, robotic arm came down from out of nowhere, opened up
the little cooler, selected our icecream packet and vacuu-sucked it
up outta the box. We were all, "Holy shit. This is the future."
Mmmmm...strawberry-banana future-liscious.
After
the movie, we walked around some more and found this little store that
had these water massage bed thingies. You lay down inside them fully
clothed, and high-powered jets of water massage you through a plastic
sheet.
Nina went first.
Here she is getting hurt after she turned it up "all the way."
Then we all tried out all the different super-expensive massage chairs.
The shiatzu chair felt especially guh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-ood.
At this point, our many hours of wasting money on stupid shit had begun
to make us both sad and hungry. We decided our best bet at killing
those two birds with one stone would be to have some gourment Mexican
mallfood. (I don't even remember what the restaurant was called).
Here's Grant with his taco platter.
Nina's big ol' enchiladas (heh-heh).
Emily's chicken quesadillas.
And here's my dinner - both plates of it. No, I'm totally not fucking
kidding. These two plates represent one meal. What happened was when
the waiter was taking our order I asked, "If I'm
really hungry,
what
should
I get?" Before
I
even
fishished asking he replied,
"Really hungry, eh? Then you're going to want to be having...(dramatic
pause)...THE CONQUISTIDOR." Me: "Mmmmm, that sounds good. I"ll have
that."
After finishing the entire CONQUISTIDOR, I made the mistake
of thinking that it would be a good idea to get dessert. Just my suggestion
made
everyone else start burping. But then when I saw there was a Cinnabon
place, I couldn't resist. I ended up getting a large Cinnabon and a
hot chocolate,
thinking that we could all share it. Everyone else was too full to
even touch the Cinnabon - so I just ate the whole thing (whoops!).
Oh my god - I don't think I've ever been so full in my life. I overate
to such a degree
that I actually broke into a sweat (My stomach was quickly beginning
to understand why my dinner was called "The Conquistidor"). I spend
the car ride home trying not to throw up everytime Nina's car hit a
bump
in
the
road.
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