Saturday, April 16, 2011

The Tres Amigos go to Tres Amigos! (And Some Other Stuff...)

Last night, I got to hang out with Justin and Libby. It was super duper awesome.

Ryan has left us and gone to Denver... for the weekend... and so there was a slight emptiness to the hangieoutie times.

(I gave Rynie "Jon Foreman Hair". So much win.)

We decided to go to Tres Amigos to eat (which was quite the feat, I might add). It's amazing ANY decisions get made with us. I mean seriously, we're like the buzzards on "The Jungle Book". (See video for reference if you cannot remember.)

Yep. That's us. Fo shizz.

ANYWAY. We go to Tres Amigos and when they ask how many, we say "three" (with a hint of sadness, I might add) and they start to take us to a table. We think they're going to seat us in one of the regular booths, right? Wrong. The guy just keeps walking! I was glad Justin was ahead of me, because we got led through rooms and around corners we didn't even know existed. It was like a horror movie. (And if there is anyone you ever want to be trapped in a horror movie with, it's Justin. The guy's an EXPERT!)

We were escorted through this weird, dark bar with a weird lighting fixture, and were FINALLY seated in this weird little room in this weird little round booth. I felt like we were about to be a part of a mafia meeting. It was that eerie. (Just ask Justin and Libby!) I had a feeling we were going to be offered an offer that we couldn't refuse!)

After all the weirdness, and we ordered our food, the waiter totally ignored Justin and I. It was funny... to Libby. (Just kidding, it made us ALL giggle.) He must've had the hots for Lady Libby. I don't know. I bet if she had asked for my guacamole, it would've been delivered POST HASTE and uber fresh. He might have even gone to CA and picked the BEST avacados and then lovingly stirred in fresh lime juice, garlic, and cilantro.

For me, not so much. He couldn't even throw a spoonful into a bowl.

During one of our conversations while I was waiting for my guacamole, Justin informed me of a shirt that was almost even more magical than "Stan". (Stan is a shirt that Justin and his friend Kasey share. It's kinda like "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants", but it's not. Stan is dark blue in color and has powerful jungle cats all over him. Stan is epic, and I'm not exaggerating. Just ask anyone who's met him.)

Immediately upon hearing of said shirt, I blurted out "DID IT HAVE UNICORNS?!?!?!?" Justin politely laughed and informed me that it had an indian chief on it and from a distance, it looked like said chief was seated upon a unicorn. But he was not. And it was a disappointment.

So I told Justin "I will draw a drawing of a indian chief seated upon a unicorn for Kasey."

Kasey, I don't know you (yet), but I drew this for you. And put it on my blog. I hope you enjoy it.

I do not have powerful drawing skills, but what I do have, I use in an attempt to put a smile on peoples faces. I hope it worked.

I finally DID get my guacamole, but by then all the chips were gone, so I didn't really have anything to eat it with. (Getting a refil on chips was ABSOLUTELY out of the question. Justin barely got a refil on his Diet Pepsi.) I may or may not have eaten tiny nibbles of the precious guac with my fork. Don't judge.

On the drive home (which is a whopping 3 blocks, I might add), Justin serenaded Libby and I with "On Top of the World" by the Carpenters. Boy has GOLDEN vocal chords, y'all. GOLDEN. And he busts them out to comfort friends.

There is no better use of vocal chords, folks.

Libby got an encore after cheesecake when he decided to sing "Thank U" by Alanis Morissette to her. Very powerful stuff. I got it on video, but it was dark. So I drew a picture.

There are more pictures I could attempt to draw of his interpretive dancing and his questionable perch upon my lap, but I'll stop there.

Bottom line: We had fun. And we miss Rynie.



  1. This is an accurate representation of the evening's activities.

    Except you forgot the part where you fell asleep and slunk down the stairs in an apologetic stupor of sleepiness.

  2. I know. I'm sorry. Medikatie is a bad friend.