Saturday, May 30, 2009

What's this about a barbecue?

The famous words of Jim Tichner.


I was invited to a philipino barbecue last night and I was so in. I got off work early so I figured I’d just laze around the apartment for a bit then go see what was going on. I beaked it out on the computer for a while then decided that it’d be a great idea to get high before the barbecue. So I loaded up Sir Cobbins, opened my window and lit him up. I made sure to blow all the smoke out the window but by the time I was done, I was sure my room absolutely reeked, so I sprayed fresh linen scented febreze. I love this shit.
I chilled in the apartment for a little bit longer before heading down the hall to Diolan and Carina’s place. Apparently they were both too tired for the barbecue so I was going to drive Girard and I up there. Carina calls Girard to see where he is and says some stuff I don’t understand and he arrives shortly after. Then they all (Carina, Diolan, Girard and Maloo) start talking like mad. I have no idea what they’re saying but everytime I hear my name (oleebia, is how they say it) and the word barbecue my ears perk and I try my darndest to try to understand. It doesn’t work. Finally Girard turns to me and tells me that Auntie Edna is going to be giving us a ride. Who the fuck is Auntie Edna? I’ve never heard this name before and I immediately start laughing. I assumed he was pulling my leg. Apparently Auntie Edna is their recruter, or something like that. She's the lady who sets up jobs for them when they arrive in Jasper. I still think it's funny they call her Auntie Edna.

Damnit, I don't have a picture of her. But this has Girard's "Older Sister" in it. She's in the red. When he told me she was his older sister I said "Wow, you have a lot of family here!" This time he was actually pulling my leg and he laughed at me. Jerk.
This is Techie. She's always laughing. She taught me a joke. It had to to with chickenbeef. I can only remember part of it now. It involves philipino words. Techie tried to get me to guess how old she is. I refused. She's 31.



Ugh, I work a 7 tomorrow morning. I should really get to bed. Dang it.

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