They still make you?

Labor Day weekend was a great break from not laboring. I went to Dave and Busters for the first time and scored a sweet Jonas Brothers locked diary for 375 points.

A great addition to my life, I think.

Saturday was extra special, because I was left dumbfounded and speechless, something that does not occur often, let me tell you. I made an innocent comment about how my laffy-taffy fruit roll up thing looked like bacon, when one of my companions remarked, "eww...I hate bacon."

I may have spent the rest of the night staring at him and asking things like, "ALL bacon? Bacon bits? Turkey bacon? Why do you hate life? Are you suicidal?"

Seriously! Bacon! God's perfect food!

Overheard

Two international students talking over lunch, one attempting to impart wisdom on living in the US to the other:

"What does 'Buffalo' style mean?"
"Oh, it's another term for Tex-Mex. Like Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, you know."

"There's a good place to buy organic food that's cheap. It's Joe's...something. Uncle or something."

It took all of my willpower not to turn around and correct the guy. Actually, it took all of my willpower not to fall on the floor in a fit of laughter.