Friday was the new Friday on Friday. I went to see IS2 and the great metro of Killeen was hopping--literally every restaurant (and there are quite a few) had a 1 hour wait. Not the Quizno's, though!
Friday evening was spent watching Top Gun, everyone's favorite homoerotic Navy movie and quoting appropriate lines when necessary ("Goose, you big stud!"). Can you ever get enough Top Gun?
Saturday IS2 and IS1 went to see Miami Vice which was only worthwhile because of the offshore boating scene. My new current obsession is offshore boating/offshore fishing. I wish I was a millionaire just so I could buy a fast boat and haul butt across the ocean and do some fishing. Apparently I'm not the only one.
Some guys have everything.
After watching MV, IS2 decided his new obsession would become mojitos, which are discussed briefly in the movie. So we went and purchased the ingredients requied for a mojito (namely rum, mint, club soda, sugar, and limes). I also managed to find actual real sugar cane in the Kileen HEB, which I was pretty impressed by.
I tried my hand at "winging it" with the mojito recipe, however IS2 decided to veto my mojito and he started over with a recipe in hand. His were a lot better--the key apparently is mucho jugo de limon. We also tried putting a shot of KillaPete's Bacardi Raz rum in there, and it turned out pretty good--kind of a fruitier mojito (not that there's anything wrong with that). We then watched the rest of the episode of What Not To Wear that we had DVR'ed from earlier. It was this girl who was 22 years old but looked like she was about 45. Fascinating.
Yesterday I headed back to the A and met up with my Girl Sunday, aka Christina, aka Beautiful Girl B. We went to the mall in what I like to refer to as my "temporary reinvention," in readiness for my trip to MSP. We found some daecent "mature yet innocent" clothes and I only ran into 2 people from my high school while we were there. Interestingly enough, one of them had broken OFF her engagement from the last time I ran into her--also at the mall--and the other one had gotten engaged since the last time I ran into her--also at the mall.
The original plan had been to hit up Barton Springs post-mall, but after exhausting myself mentally and physically with trying on clothes, shoes and alter-egos, we decided that we ought to blow off BS and head straight to Margaritaville--aka, Baby A's.
For those of you who don't know, Baby Acapulco's is yet another Austin tradition that offers good margaritas and queso, along with a great central location (it actually happens to be on Barton Springs Road, just down the street from Barton Springs the pool). They are famous (or infamous) for their purple margaritas, which you are only allowed to have two of because of their high alcohol content. We did not partake in the purple margs--however, somehow we still managed to have a good time.
When we got there, we noticed a man sitting on the edge of the outdoor patio wearing headphones and looking rather drunk. Then the waitress brought a margarita over to him, and I wondered how he was going to drink it. Turns out, he spilled more margaritas on himself than he actually drank from that point on.
A band called Blue Midnight started playing, doing mostly covers of obscure classic rock songs with little crowd reaction, until Chrissy and I would shout out requests (Brown Eyed Girl, My Girl, Joker, etc.). Then the crowd would actually get into their music, and we spent a short while telling them that they should let us write their set list from now on. Meanwhile the drunk guy moved over to the table to our left, directly in front of the band. He would start shouting, mid-song, "One-two-three-four!" and waving his hands, to which Kim, the bass guitarist, would respond "Five-six-seven-eight!" This didn't really help things at all. The manager came over and talked with the drunk guy for a while, then they started bringing him which I guess are the "perks" of being an unruly drunk in a restaurant--a "to-go" cup of water, a free taco, etc. He eventually was escorted out and placed in a cab --but not before I got a good picture.