Yesterday was Kid's Night Out again, so we dropped the rugrats off at the museum and hit the town for some serious Par-taying. We decided to hit a little hole-in-the-wall sushi joint because The Mrs. just can't get enough of the taste of raw fish and me, well, I appreciate the Japanese culture known world-wide for the startling depths of their perversion (vending machine with used schoolgirl panties?), plus the beer comes in double-sized bottled, so you don't have to keep odering another every five minutes.
Anything worth drinking is worth over-drinking, you know?
We chowed down a big platter of dead fish while the woman prattled on about all the great deals she got on used toys, and I searched around confusedly for the co-eds that should have been packing a place just one block from a major university but were nowhere to be found. Finally I said, "Look, Babe, lemme grab one more big, giant beer, and then let's blow this joint. Why don't you get the check?"
We hopped in the Love Van and hauled ass over to Sears, where they were having a pre-Christmas sale on table saws. The little woman only wanted to shop for clothes, so I ditched her in the shoe department for a while.
She picked up some Sarah Palin-style go-go boots, which I made her wear to bed later.
Release the Hounds!