Aaron Riveroll | Photographer

Well folks, you are looking at a free man. This must be how an escaped convict feels after hopping the penitentiary wall. I am on vacation all next week…and it feels amazing. I went to bed last night knowing that I had absolutely nothing to do for the next nine days…and it was great. :)

Last night Danny, his brother Greg, and I endulged in some steaks and mashed potatoes; a dudes’ night. Quality time.

Today, after a few errands at home, Danny and I hit up BJ’s in Grossmont Center. Good pizza, root beer, and a great place to meet girls (be looking for an update to the NGS blog soon!). But this is where we met Allie. Allie was our waitress; she was cute, sweet, and really interesting. She made Danny blush, which usually never happens. But Danny posed a question to her that was a catalyst for something I have never actually witnessed before: “How many times have guys asked for your number while at work?” Her response was equally shocking. She said she had never been asked out or anything while working. That was a surprise. She also said that chicks hit on the guy waiters more often and leave their numbers with them. That was also a surprise. But Danny asked what she would do if he were to ask or give his number to her, and she replied, “…as long as it’s not long distance.” Danny’s face turned bright red and she got a little flustered too, but it was a cute sort of flustered. Danny, not being one to pick up on the subtle nuances, asked bold faced if she was joking or serious (because he just had to know). And playfully, she replied “I’m serious; I have to pay my own cell phone bill.”

So Danny, smoothly, wrote his number on a piece of paper, tipped well, and signed the receipt. I, of course, encouraged and told him what to write. I’m smooth like that too. So now, the ball is in her court. We’ll see what happens. If anything, it was good pizza.

So now, my vacation continues. Woo hoo.