Lunch was the only thing that really held the day together.
I've gotta thank Aaron for that... for fucking everything up so perfectly. Making it so unbelievably strange that I won't forget what happened.
So there's the going away lunch. And usually, its a big fuckin deal and everybody goes and there's a lot of drinking etc. Aaron took it upon himself to plan my exit lunch, and his intentions were fuckin great, but nobody else saw it that way. He planned for a lunch bowling at Mar Vista. Yup, that's right. So everybody in the office looked down their noses at the idea, and nobody came. So when everything was ready to go, it was Me Arron, and Bert (my replacement).
3 people.
i was a little pissed, but what the fuck was a i really going to do. I was leaving, and more than a few people are pissed that i'm going.
So i rolled with it. Steve was going to meet us at the bowling alley, so there would be at least 4. I had to drive, which was another funny point, but I'm over it.
so we drive down Venice Blvd, and come to the stoplight by the corner of Mar Vista. I can see a motorcycle parked on the street, so i know Steve's already there. But then i see parking enforcement descending on said motorcycle. I yell at aaron to call Steve. Then we realize that Steve's standing on the corner of the street outside mar vista. I yell at him and point (as he's reaching inside his jacket to answer the phone call aaron is making), but its too fuckin late. He's already getting a ticket. But, just to be Steve, he stands directly next to the parking attendant the entire time to just be a pain the ass about the whole thing.
I park, and we walk inside.
the bar is closed, and doesn't open til 2PM. Nice job aaron, calling ahead and all. Plan B> Hinano's.... nope too far.... ok Plan C> Joxer's
bad idea
We get to Joxer's and it fuckin packed. Usually an empty dive bar during the day is suddenly loud and crowded because of the AC Milan vs Liverpool Champions League Final match. We sit down in a DARK corner at a table. And when i say DARK, i mean NO FUCKIN LIGHTS. Cause you've gotta have it dark when there's 20 televisions all showing the same thing.
We order a couple pints, and food, and then the call comes from Chubbs. He's at Mar Vista with a couple other people wondering where the fuck we are. We explain everything and i guess the decision is made that they don't have enough time to drive to another place, and they head back to the office. It was the right decision, cause it ends up taking us about an hour and a half to get served food. By the time our food finally does come, Steve has already left without eating. Its just the 3 IM dipshits.
So the burgers were really not that good, but the few pints we went through were ok. I'd just like to say sorry to everybody that didn't come cause it should have been planned a little better. But you all should be glad you didn't come cause it was all screwed up anyway.
But finally i gotta thank Aaron, cause without the fuck up, it just would have been one awkward moment flowing into another.
