The Daily Adventures of Mercat

So someone took credit for exploiting Amazon features, but the story doesn't match up. Just so we're keeping up with the story. =)

I posted about the NOM/2M4M failure earlier, right? Well, being so observant, they failed to register http://www.2m4m.org/ which is now a good site. =) You can also follow their twitter or LJ comm, if you're interested. And make sure to pass it on to anyone in NJ.

For smwance, really bad Star Trek puns.

OKAY SO THAT STORY I PROMISED.

So the other night we went out to Casa del Waffle, it was me, Kevin, Mark, and Alicia. Not too late, but we ended up waiting around moving a desk and waiting for Alicia to show up, talking about stuff like Mark's ridiculous Blackberry+Facebook addiction. So Alicia shows up and we eat (well, more like inhale the food) and I manage to forget I didn't really eat dinner so I order eggs and toast which apparently comes with hashbrowns, which Mark claims. So she brings the eggs and toast and hashbrowns and our checks and we realize our waitress, Sierra, was the same Sierra from whom Sofa stole a nametag. So by this point we're already rather giddy and trying not to disturb the rest of Waffle House too much (why does that always happen when we go to a Waffle House? We're a funny bunch, I guess) and Mark pulls up Sofa's facebook on his phone and we ask Sierra if she remembers him, and she does, so she's having fun picking on us, too, and we're all laughing pretty hard. So we're all mostly finished and Mark goes to scrape the hashbrowns onto his plate and manages to scrape some into his lap instead. Cue more riotous laughter, of course. I think at that point the Gorman family shows up after Easter vigil mass and Tim is making fun of us saying he is pretending not to know us. So we have been hanging out for a good while now, and we ate so fast that we're just probably pising off the waitress with how long we've been sitting there (and she actually remembered Mark because he came there the night before--that probably was part of setting our mood, I'm sure), and in the midst of all our laughter Alicia manages to spill water all over the table. So we're laughing our asses off trying to clean up the water with napkins and Sierra is mocking us from behind the counter and the Gormans are behind us laughing as well and by this point we're just ridiculously goofy. We decide after a while it's time to leave before Kevin and I get our turns at being failures, though I manage to fuck up my check out because I have gift certificates (look, I didn't know they subtracted them before ringing you up!) and we search the jukebox for Mambo #5 to no avail. (Sorry Franzie-- Waffle House no longer has this song available. I'm 99% sure it's your fault.) Soooooooooo we decide to go home before we fail so hard we get kicked out, and some people were maybe going to come over to Kevin's house, and Mark calls dibs on Alicia's car so I decide to ride with Kevin so things aren't awkward. (Hey, shove it, I'm an engineer, I think that way.) So we're going back down by Frank's Fruit Farm and passing over 675 when Kevin decides that he's going to show me this awesome thing he does where he speeds up to 50 and puts the van in neutral and coasts up and down about three hills back into town. And outside Shellabarger Park... he gets pulled over by the cops. 52 in a 35 zone, $130 ticket, points on his record which might affect his CDL-job. I text Alicia and Mark, and we fucking lol'd our asses off.

HENCE my post about being the last to die, and all I did (I think) was nearly hit three deer on the way home. (I came really close but thankfully my sister's car has really good brakes.) Unless you consider me the first failure in that I forgot I didn't eat dinner and had to make two orders, maybe, I dunno.

But I don't trust Easter anymore.



(And we're lucky we didn't hang out at Kevin's until Tim showed up with beer or Westy and Domer and Fish something because I have no doubt we would have managed to pull off some amazing failure.)