Banshee

Matt and I went to the Red Lion Tavern for lunch. I was unfamiliar with the beers as usual, but there was a divine sign for us to pick Warsteiner. (There was a poster for it on the wall.) No jackoffable chicks, though, until the end when two white girls came in. One of them had dreadlocks and I was like, Oooh blond chick with dreadlocks, and I had a boner.

On the way to the mall, I basically did what's called "drifting" at a curve in the freeway, but with Matt's window open we could hear the tires scream, reminiscent of Banshee in X-Men: First Class tracing the surfaces that he flies over while he screams.

RYAN: We will no longer say "drifting." We will call it a "Banshee."
MATT: You need to find a way to get that into popular usage.

We did one last tag team database run. There was the jackoffable meaty blond chick working at Waba Teriyaki Grill (see entry 5/15/11), who I actually see occasionally, but just never mention because I still don't know her name and I like to be able to scream out names when busting a #3. Since last week, there's also been this chick at some vendor booth called "i Play & Talk" who has a vague resemblance to Adelle. But that was it.

I returned to the mall after dropping Matt home. By then, Faith was working at Brookstone. Mommy and I went to Pinkberry. I had a medium sized mango flavored frozen yogurt with toppings of mochi, watermelon, strawberries, and blueberries. And the receipt says to come back tomorrow for another 50% discount of frozen yogurt. (I guess spending a certain amount entails 50% discounts.)

I actually caught up on some Green Lantern material at Barnes & Noble instead of going home to cath WWE RAW, but when I heard about CM Punk's revolutionary promo where he broke script and legitimately trashed the compay, I had to track down tonight's episode illegally on Youtube.com. OH. MY. GOD.