i almost completely forgot about the sparta show, last night. that is…until i got an email in my box asking if i was coming out. so on short notice i rolled out to the show and hung out with a couple of people i know from here and there. it was altogether a pretty uneventful evening, with sparta being the only band i was really able to get into. yeah…they sound a lot like at the drive-in. i hung out with tucker from thursday and jim from sparta for a little while after the show, then i headed straight home because i was tired as hell.

then i got home and realized that i completely forgot to get cat food, which made me have to turn right back around and head up to kroger. luckily scott decided he wanted to go, as well, so i didn't feel so bad. there was a couple making out in the parking lot. they were still making out when we left. they must really like kroger.

scott and i laughed about the fact that this was the second night in a row we had gone to kroger late and he spent $3.50 exactly each time.

last night scott and i were out and i was hungry, so i decided to hit the drive thru at burger king and try one of those chicken whopper things. after i ordered and scott and i were sitting there, waiting on the cars in front of us, i looked and scott and said "i bet the chicken 'whopper' is just a regular chicken sandwich."

scott: what is a whopper, really? does it have special sauce?
me: i think they put both mayo and ketchup on it.
scott: hmm…we'll see when you get it.
me: fuck! gross…i hope they don't put ketchup on it…ketchup on chicken would be fuckin' nasty!
scott: this is a bipolar post waiting to happen…
me: oh god…onions…i think the whopper has onions on it…i fucking hate onions…

needless to say, all of my fears were unwarranted because the chicken "whopper" is just a grilled chicken fucking sandwich. what a crock of shit.

well…i'm kinda glad it didn't have onions or ketchup on it, though…