OK So My Plan Didn't Work

I totally forgot to tell you how my trip to Buffalo with CeCe went. I bet you are dying to know if she and Trent are out on a date right now. The answer is no and it's not because she's not a leggy blond. It's because I don't actually know Trent (unless photographing the back of his head counts as knowing him) and couldn't introduce them. Darn details. Also I read on the Internet today that he's gay. Even though it wasn't on wiki, it's the Internet so I'm sure it was legit. I would have totally never gotten that vibe from him so I'm glad the Internet let me know the truth. Thank you, Internet, I would be so clueless without you.

In the twenty-four hours that I was gone from my home I spent eleven and a half of them driving. You would think that this would give me a lot of good fodder for blogging but sadly the only story I can remember is the one where I got stuck in traffic outside of Orchard Park and had to pee so bad while driving that I may have blacked out for a second or two or five. I vaguely remember telling CeCe to stop making me laugh (according to her I was the one cracking jokes, I do not recall this), also I remember driving around corners like I was running from the cops and how it hurt to move my foot from the gas to the brake. I squealed into a VW car dealership and burst into the showroom and as soon as a salesman made eye contact with me I started talking.

"i'vebeendrivingforfivehoursandireallyneedtopeepleaseletmeuseyourbathroom."

I'm pretty sure I said more than that and that there might have been tears but like I said I kind of blacked out a little there. After he let me use their bathroom he pointed me in the direction of a gas station. I had apparently asked for one in my incoherent pre-potty babbling. *shrugs*

After peeing and gassing up the car we headed out in search of the great and mighty Duff's Wings. The gas station attendant had never heard of Duff's, but pointed us in the direction of Orchard Park Rd and we began our quest. A half a mile later we were in the Duff's parking lot.

Exhausted from our quest we fueled up on wings, fries and the boys discovered the joys of Duff TV. It's eerily similar to America's Funniest Home Videos.



I haven't decided on a bloggy name for this, my youngest brother. I was thinking Thor. I like it. We'll see if it sticks. As an addtional sidenote, Today is Thor's 10th b-day. How cute, er, um, manly is he?



Here we have my middle brother. It would appear that those wings were hot enough to make his nose run. I know it might seem cruel that I would put this picture up on the Internet, but in my defense he asked me to take candid shots of him. In all fairness it wasn't the cruelest thing I did at Duff's...



The waitress was named Danielle and she was nothing short of awesome. CeCe and I got the boys to admit that the waitress was "kind of cute" and then we teased them unmercilessly and made them pose for a picture with her. I told you she was awesome.

After humiliating my brothers over dinner, we headed to the stadium. Since I haven't even gotten to the game stuff yet and I've rambled for a really long time already I'll finish this story tomorrow. I'm sure you are on pins and needles hoping that I'll go into great detail about the game. I won't, I promise. All right shutting up now.