My weekend with the Tessler’s was well worth the wait. I never have a bad time when I stay at their house but in the past the overnights have been more out of necessity than for fun. A lot happened over the two days so I’ll try to cover as much as possible.
The two fat men decided to walk up the hill from Jordy’s temporary house to his new one. This is about two miles up and two back down. We were dying when it was over but it proved just how out of shape we are. That night we wet out to a fancy Japanese restaurant and luckily for me they didn’t have any space available at on of those stupid cooking tables. (people that eat like pigs usually don’t like doing so in front of strangers) So Jordy orders some ridiculously expensive bottle of Sake and wouldn’t you know, a spot for three opened up at a table. The server that moved us from our table to the big fancy one kept saying “you’ll be eating with Rick Schroeder” and I couldn’t figure out why. I’m thinking that he just announced to this poor Schroeder character that he was about to eat with two giant fat guys and a late term pregnant woman. When we sat down there were just three normal people sitting at the table so I didn’t think about the introduction. A couple of minutes later down sat Little Ricky Schroeder. No big deal cause he looks like he wants to be left alone.
After I ordered my Buffalo there was a lull in the conversation and one of the Silver Spoons party asked Lisa when she was due. I thought that this was a bit risky because anyone out with us would have to be able to fen for themselves in the eating department, but I digress. One thing leads to another and it turns out that Lisa is talking to Ricky’s wife and they are in the middle of building a house as well. This is all that half a bottle of Sake Jordy needs to hear and he proceeds to monopolize the conversation. This wouldn’t be so bad if he hadn’t confused Ricky with Doogie Howser. There was no way to stop him from saying things like “you played a doctor as a kid” so I just kind of sat back and enjoyed the surreal moment. At one point the wife even tried to help Jordy out by saying “you did play a doctor once didn’t you honey?” That was the point where our hero figured out his error but didn’t really give a shit. Diner was over and we parted with an exchange of cards and promises to call. Yah right, but there is a hundred dollars of mine betting that he doesn’t show up at the castle on new years.
We retire to some of the local costs way too much shopping and Lisa hits her stride. While milling around in one of the boutiques I stumbled across some joke perfumes labeled DIRT and FUNERAL HOME. Naturally, after all of that Japanese alcohol, Jordy needed to sample these fine scents so I sprayed him until he found his own ammo and then I ran out of the store. I had no idea the jackass would buy a bottle just to spray me back so the next three stores were an all out war. The battle ended with the top broken off and both of us smelling like death and flowers. As we headed back to the car laughing and reeking who should round the corner but Little Ricky. (By the way, he hates to be called that and now prefers Rick but Jordy couldn’t help himself) Jordy tells him the whole story of the war which resulted from a bullshit call from a third tier celebrity. So our dinner date ended with Rick Schroeder and his wife smelling my back and what’s left of my hair.
I’m too embarrasses to talk about our trip to the grocery store after that so I’m going to shut up now.
8:22:02 PM 
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