The other night Stinky Pete had a swim meet. She did great - although I have learned I am not a fan of swim meets. There is A LOT of sitting around on crappy benches with no back support. And there are a million people and only about a hundred seats - and 75 of those seats are covered by somebodies crap 'saving' it just in case they may want to sit down (which none of them did the ENTIRE time I was there). And although the pool area says "participants and coaches only" the 999,975 people that couldn't get seats in the stands spread out their crap along the edges of the pool. Oh, and the million people like to talk and YELL in this little building with a pool and so you think your head will explode from the noise. And there are a bazillion events and Stinky Pete only swam in three - that were not even close together (good for her, bad for my butt and back).
Back to my original thought....
Afterwards we all went to dinner at Applebee's. Eugene was sitting there all happy and ready to eat, then so nicely announced, Red Robin! Yum... He did it perfectly, just like the commercial. Right there in Applebee's and all. Hilarious!
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