Michael's parents were stupid enough kind enough to volunteer to watch our kids for the weekend. Of course we took advantage of their stupidity kindness and took a belated anniversary trip.
On our trip we visited the Blue Moon Alpaca Ranch (y
ou can read more about that here), stayed at an old farm house that is now a B&B, and had a steak at the Claim Jumper.
Shortly after we ordered our steaks three men were seated at the table next to us. They promptly began discussing the size of their girlfriend's mama's trucks. The size of their girlfriend's . . . mama's . . . trucks. They even had pictures.
When the waitress came to take their orders she asked guy number 1 where she knew him from. Guy number 2 said, "Maybe you fell out of my truck into his." "No," she said, "I did fall out of a guy's truck once, but it wasn't yours or his, it was my boyfriends. I got hurt pretty bad too."
After discovering they used to work at the same place several years ago guy number 1 ordered a 36 oz prime rib. I'm pretty sure Michael would have ordered this also but it wasn't on the menu. Guy number 2 ordered the teriyaki chicken. Maybe this is my naivete but don't you think a guy who orders a 36 oz steak would beat up a guy who ordered teriyaki chicken? Though, maybe if your girlfriend's mama has the biggest truck you can order teriyaki chicken and still be manly.