We ate next to them at the Hard Rock:
I went home for the weekend and my parents took me to the Hard Rock to celebrate my birthday. We gambled and I won ten dollars on a House of the Dead slot machine, and when you consider I played with a dollar, that's pretty good.
For dinner, our waiter was an incredibly tall and skinny dude named Jamal who was gayer than Nathan Lane in the springtime and also dyed and streaked his hair in an awesome manner. We also met a bartender named Ed who told us about a rockabilly bar he wants to open with a bar-top modeled after an engine with exhaust pipes all over the place. He made me a drink called the Red Death and told me about the time he saw Rancid and Reel Big Fish live while they played through the speakers in the background. My parents have a weird gift of getting people like waiters or bartenders or cashiers or bellhops to suddenly start spitting out their life story. Dunno how the hell they do it.
Finally, my brother and his friend are watching The Shining downstairs, which FINALLY gives me the opportunity to use this picture, which has nothing to do with anything, but makes me giggle:
This is Sugary Cynic, reporting live from home base, staring at pants that occupied the lead singer of Queen's crotch for an entire concert tour. 'Night!
Jamal: (to Ed) "You dunno what hair's mine and what's not! I keep 'em guessing. GUESSING!"
Ed: "...And now you know why I drink all day"