I had invited my friend G over Sunday night for dinner and to spend some time with the boys. G actually likes my dogs. Instead of going to the market, I decided to lie abed most of the day while IB entertained me. So when G arrived I informed him we were going out for dinner to my new favorite restaurant, Applebee’s. It is your neighborhood grill and bar afterall. G did not want to go, he is too cool for such places, but I assured him it would okay and that I would not tell anyone he went there.

G was forgetting his skepticism of the place as we made fun of the crappy pop music I love, people who drink alcoholic beverages that contain chocolate, and the other patrons of the restaurant. Now what happened next just goes to show you what kind of place Applebee’s is. G’s dad and step mom walked in for dinner. G tried to claim that he was only eating there because of me, but he was already spotted. We got dessert which restored the glory of Applebee’s in G’s eyes.

Every time G and I go out he suggests we go to a movie, every time I tell him no. For some reason, I agreed this time. I think G was hoping to see Dawn of the Dead, but there was no way I was going to see it. I wanted to see Starsky and Hutch. Owen Wilson is just dreamy. G was once again not pleased with my choice, but really he should have expected it. The movie was really funny and G agreed it was a good choice.

By then end of the evening he had to admit that my taste is not that bad, but he did say “crappy pop music follows you around like the plague” which he seemed to think was a bad thing. I think Rick Springfield songs following me through life is a good thing.

Because who among us doesn't secretly wish he had Jesse's girl?

Speaking of crappy pop music...

http://www.cbs.com/daytime/bb/behind/specials/jack_wagner/

Notice vehement denial of writing cred for "All I Need" in the Q&A. Now who would want to deny the world all those long distance dedications?