A GEORGE DIVIDED AGAINST ITSELF ...
On Wednesday night, we (Bert, Paul, Jacob, Kelly and I) went out to dinner to celebrate Kelly starting her new job teaching the little kids in Des Allemands starting Thursday. For the second time this year, I found myself watching the hibachi chef at Miyako.
But before we headed out to St. Charles, Paul and I gave Kelly a present we picked up at the mall Monday afternoon. It's one of those clay molded things of the old K&B store. Works on two levels: Kelly and Bert and those are her initials.
I didn't eat at Miyako. Had enough of that place at the March Yat-Together. I did, however, enjoy the show the chef put on. That's fun. I even caught the shrimp in my mouth on the first flip.
During dinner, Paul and Bert got into a fight. It was pretty silly. In the middle of the spat, Jacob quipped: "Let's check the menu and see if there are two Maxi pads for ya'll."
After dinner, we went back to Kelly's house and played Seinfeld trivia.
THE TINA CURSING CORNER
My mom is upset with our finances. "I can't catch a fucking break. Every fucking week I gotta pay more money."
Three comments from stories in the paper.
1) Guy arrested for snapping photos up girls' dresses in the Slidell Wal-Mart. "It's like fucking high school when guys used to put mirrors on their shoes."
2) Guy tries to steal an ATM machine by yanking it out with his truck. "They did that in fucking Barbershop."
3) The DUI guy got his third and fourth DUIs upgraded to a felony. "Really? The DA had to read that in the T-P (to change it to a felony.) That's fucked up."
Mom avoids an accident while making a turn. To the other driver: "You have a $30,000 automobile, learn how to use your fucking turn signal. Fucking Porsche."
RANDOM THOUGHT OF EVERY SO OFTEN
How's this for a new fashion fad? Wear a belt but let the buckle hang loose. I sported that look in the past few days. I think it works. I bet it could sweep the nation.
PARTING SHOT
At Miyako, I eavesdropped on the convo between three hot young ladies.
Middle girl: She was rude to me at the crawfish boil.
End girl: What she say?
Middle: That I shouldn't be drinking because I'm only 20 and not 21 yet.
Other end girl: Well, how old is she?
Middle: I don't know. 25. Old.

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