Show me that smile again (fuck yeah!)

Last night was quite an adventure. I had plans to go to the Troc with Rich, Heather and Sam to see "Team America" (hosted by Preston and Steve). I picked Sam up around 5:30 and we headed for drive-thru at the local Wendy's. Big mistake. I placed Sam's order first.

Me: "Can I have a number 4, no onions, with a water?"

Silence for several seconds.

Me: "And can I get a number 7..."

Him: "Wait, wait... you can't get a water with a combo."

Me: "You can't? Okay... well can we have the water separate?"

Him: "I'm still in the middle of the combo order. What kind of drink with that?"

Sam: "Forget it. Just get a diet Coke."

Me: "Okay, a number 4, no onions, with a diet Coke. And a number 7 with a Mr. Pibb."

(Insert appropriate Mitch Hedberg jokes here...)

He mumbles the total and I pull up to the window. He thrusts his hand out the window.

Me: "Excuse me, what was the change again?"

Him: "What?"

Me: "The change. How much was it?"

After he tells me and I pay, I pull up to the next window. The girl hands me a drink, but the little buttons aren't pushed in.

Me: "Excuse me... is this the diet or the Pibb? The buttons aren't pushed in."

She stares at me, and then at the drink in her hand.

Her (exasperated): "I don't know!"

She turns and dumps the entire drink down the drain and then refills it with diet Coke. So now I either have the right drink order, or I have two diets. The only way to tell is to taste them. (It was the right drink order.)

Once we got in Rich's car, we unwrapped our dinners and started to eat. My order was fine, but Sam's sandwich had onions on it!!! Damn you, Wendy's!

We got into the city without incident and found a lot close to the theater. The lot attendant told Rich not to drink and drive. "That's how I lost my father," he said somberly. "Hey, you folks have a good time tonight!"

And with that, we headed into the Troc (secret password… Matt Damon!) and were promptly greeted by both Preston and Steve. They are awesome. I mean office. Once we had buckets of beer in hand, we settled into our seats and waited for the show to begin. It was GREAT. I've seen it twice before, but it's even better on the big screen with a roomful of drunk people who know the words to all the songs. It's a true experience to hear a whole crowd of people singing, "I'm so ronery… so ronery… so ronery and sadry arone…" Classic.

After the show, Heather had a craving for pizza, so we went to Lorenzo's on South for a slice. As we were walking there, we passed the TLA, which had a big sign advertising Robin Thicke in concert. I told everyone that he was Alan Thicke's son, and when Rich looked confused, I began singing the "Growing Pains" theme song. Soon, all four of us were walking down South Street singing at the top of our lungs: "As long as we got each other, we got the world sitting right in our hands…" Hilarious.

Back in the car with our slices (YUM), Heather popped in a CD of TV theme songs, and we sang the whole way home. I don't remember the last time I laughed so hard. Good times, indeed.