So I sold some car parts to a guy a little South of Orlando which I have to deliver Thursday morning. As such, I decided to spend Wednesday night in O-town with my old, Gainesville buddy, Dr. Smith. I timed my drive a bit incorrectly and as such ended up at Dr. Smith’s home an hour or so ahead of schedule. I think I scared her neighbor (whom she shares a driveway with) by randomly decided to take a nap in my convertible with the top down until Dr. Smith got off work.

Once Dr. Smith arrived, we exchanged some small talk and decided to break my Tijuana Flats virginity since I was hungry and off we went. Tijuana Flats was fairly decent although there was a rather eclectic mix of music being played…Humpty Dance and REM come to mind high on the WTF? meter.

The cool thing about Tijuana Flats is it has a fairly decent select of hot sauce…all of which you can disperse to yourself in dainty, cups of death. I swear the containers are the size of a thimble and someone as big as myself looks like a complete retard prancing around with one in each hand. Dr. Smith related her continued status as "Target of Opportunity" as I have yet to meet someone who is such a magnet for weirdos and harassment as she is.

After returning to Dr. Smith’s house, I finally setup my voice mail (yay) and finalized plans for my next Orlando visit. I’ll be house sitting Tracey’s cats and home for about a week from May 17th – 23rd or so. Yes Rush you fgt, I’ll come hang out with you.

I’m exhausted…time for bed!