Thursday, November 11, 2010

Here we go again...

First of all that is also the title to a great song and I encourage anyone on a road trip to listen to it on repeat for at least 3 hours. Whitesnake is a great band, and most likely the name of one of the gentlemen I met at the gas station in Browning, MT today while filling up. Browning is a large Indian Reservation north of Great Falls, and I don't reccomend stopping there on purpose, not safe.

Per some recent requests, I have decided to start blogging again. I have been trying to figure out what to write about, and then I remembered the original title of my blog "The Passenger Seat" I am going to start telling you about weird and awesome and boring things that happen to me while roadtripping.

In the near future I will focus on cuisine due to a recent increase in the Per Diem money that I get to spend on the road. They boosted our per diems from:

Breakfast $10
Lunch $10
Dinner $20

To...

Breakfast $15
Lunch $20
Dinner $35!? <---- Yeah, its actually hard to spend that much on a meal when you don't drink alone.

Tonight I had the Lobster special, with a potato skins appetizer and garlic bread...I ate it all except some of the garlic mashed potatoes, and my bill only came to 24 bucks.

I plan on spending about 29 bucks on each dinner and tipping 6 bucks, thats ok right?

Before I go to bed I want to leave you with my tipping proceedures. First I am a fan of H2O and I only drink water when I eat...sooooo I literally base 90% of my tipping on how well they refill my water. I LOVE water, 70% of my body loves water so much that it keeps it. Tonight I only had 2 glasses because the bartender didn't refill my water for 20 minutes...yeah...with all that food, and I got 1 refill. This would be ok if the water cup provided was decent size, but Nooooooooooo, this cup of water was similar to a shot glass for babies. Not to mention the cubes filled 3/4 of the glass. The ice cube excess actually proved valuable because in the 20 minutes when I had 0 water I was able to wait for the cubes to melt and get a small quenching each 5 minutes.

Venue: Dante's Creative Cuisine. Great Falls, MT
Food: Lobster with Garlic Mashed Taters, Potato Skins, Garlic Bread...and 2 cups of water. Grade: B+
Price: $31 plus tip
Overall Grade: B-

Monday, January 11, 2010

I don't get it

The following things are things that I just don't understand about life. I had a 4 hour drive to Montana today and had some time to ponder things that have tortured my brain as of late.

Bullet hole car decals...Some people purposely have made a life choice to spend actual money on a sticker to put on their car that makes it look like their car has been involved in some type of gunfight/bank robbery/war. The benefit of having these decals...? I don't remember ever bragging to someone and saying "I'm good bro, just workin' alot...benching about 300lbs now, and...oh yeah, been taking on alot of gunfire lately." I actually don't mind these decals that much, but I saw them on a brand new 2010 Escalade the other day and I had to pull over, find a pawn shop, purchase a weapon and actually find that car again to give them a more legitimate bullet hole look...I don't get it.

I was downtown this weekend for my annual trip to the bars, and saw 5 girls walking together on the street wearing as much fabric as my left foot was wearing. It was 22 degrees outside, and these girls were so concerned about showing as much skin as possible (in order to attract an obviously classy gentleman with pure intentions) that they were risking hypothermia. Guys are into good looking girls, true. But guys are also into smart girls. I guess its better that way because I don't have to waste time buying them a drink in order to get to know them, and their level of competence...I don't get it.

I have a gap in between my teeth...I get that. What I don't get is that my brother has perfect teeth. Furthermore, I don't get why my parents didn't get me braces. Even furthermore than that, my little sister got braces after her teeth looked like mine when she was growing up. At age 21 this was an actual conversation @ the dentist office...Mom: "They will grow together" Dentist: "No they won't" Better get Jill some braces...we don't want her ending up with Danny's grill...I don't get it.

My parents taste in potential suitors...I don't get it.

What is with the maternity style dress/shirt that every girl on the planet owns 16 of. This is going to put me in the doghouse with alot of girls, but I don't get it. I am talking about the shirts that are tight on their boobs, but then are super loose and make it look like they are pregnant. Not all girls look bad in these...In fact there are a few girls who look amazing in them, but there are certain girls that should not wear these because they are not flattering. If you are trying to attract men by wearing a certain style, I don't think the "guess if I'm preggo" style is the right choice...I don't get it.

In the history of hookups, I bet fewer than 3 have ever occured because two people parked at a stop light found each other attractive, and began a relationship based on the visible 12% of the other driver . What I don't get is, why do I still get nervous when I see a really cute girl driving next to me or at a stop light. Part of me thinks my brain/body apparently creates a fantasy pipe dream that the girl will blow a tire 24 yards down the road and I can be her knight in shining armor. Furthermore, car seats can be a real dream crusher...I don't get it.

The guy from the freecreditreport.com commercials used up his likeability about a decade ago. Please stop. Don't try to cater to different Genre's of music and make up 74 different variations of the same horrible song. Also, feel free to mix in a shower and a shave before filming next time guy...I don't get it.

Thats all I got.