I met Bama for a bit of Mexican on Saturday night. I would like to throw in he now has a haircut that makes him look like Forest Gump. Which would not be so glaring if he did not do the Gump impressions so well. He spent most of the night using that voice and trying to make margaritas come out of my nose.
So I get there, we sit and he fills me in on the waiter... "Name is Barry, he's got one leg, not as good as the 'Kevin' we had at the Chimes last Friday."
Wait a minute... one leg? i am sure he is making this up. Bama would do that. I ask how he knows, did the waiter tell him this? He says no he just assumed. I ask what is in the non-leg's place. He says "titanium". I call his bluff and say bullsh*t. He bets me shots that he's right.
Here comes Barry.
One leg and shorts on... the other is titanium. Through my dumbfounded amazment Bama says "watch him when he walks away... he kind of pops his butt to the side with the leg. he's definitely pimping it out". Now I feel like a jerk because i am trying not to laugh. Bama orders my Margarita- it's a berry flavored- Wild Berry at that. To this Barry says "you know it's named after me... the call me the Wild Barry". wow.
Bama says "his tip just went up $2 and if he asks you out I'm leaving him a 20". Barry got his 20, but you knew that.
Monday, July 24, 2006
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