I recently ate a Red Robin. For those you who know me, you'll remember I spent my teenage years slaving away at the "Dirty Bird" (don't worry, after working for the company for cumulatively five years, I can assure you, it's not actually dirty). Eating at Red Robin almost every day for almost my entire high school experience, I have been turned off to anything served by the aforementioned bird for some time. I would occasionally go with friends since the mission, it was good, but that ever present "classic season salt" taste, makes everything taste the same to me. My birthday is coming up (feel free to send gifts) and I got a free burger, so I thought, why not go down to the ole' dirty bird for kicks and giggles. To my surprise, I've successfully been reintroduced back to the environment (after all these years) as a regular Red-Robin-goer! No season salt taste! So yeah, I'm really tired, I hope all that made sense. I'm just happy to be here folks. Shout out to my man Brad who survived an encounter with a rather large woman with his life and v-card intact (contrary to what her initial intentions may or may not have been).
The World Cup! The World Cup! The World Cup! (That sums up how I feel right now, especially because our boys--USA--is playing tomorrow!) While I've only recently (the last two World Cups) been the bandwagon for all things World Cup, it's a pretty exciting time watching your country go head to head with other nations in such a fast-paced game!
Let's go Yanks!!! World cup today! 2:30 ET. Let's cheer on our boys, even if we (me) have to work during the match!
I love working, living, and playing in Southern California.
Happy Birthday to my little Stinky Mae! This is how I always remember you (and Becca too), I love you so much! Enjoy your last year as a teenager.
It's my birthday today. We started the celebration yesterday with a kick off BBQ in Newport Beach. It was so fun. We down the the peninsula and checked out the wedge. How cool is surfing?
I recently ate a Red Robin. For those you who know me, you'll remember I spent my teenage years slaving away at the "Dirty Bird" (don't worry, after working for the company for cumulatively five years, I can assure you, it's not actually dirty). Eating at Red Robin almost every day for almost my entire high school experience, I have been turned off to anything served by the aforementioned bird for some time. I would occasionally go with friends since the mission, it was good, but that ever present "classic season salt" taste, makes everything taste the same to me. My birthday is coming up (feel free to send gifts) and I got a free burger, so I thought, why not go down to the ole' dirty bird for kicks and giggles. To my surprise, I've successfully been reintroduced back to the environment (after all these years) as a regular Red-Robin-goer! No season salt taste! So yeah, I'm really tired, I hope all that made sense. I'm just happy to be here folks. Shout out to my man Brad who survived an encounter with a rather large woman with his life and v-card intact (contrary to what her initial intentions may or may not have been).
