Damn it, Red Robin's killing me with these schedule changes! Just last week, Jazz was working both Friday and Saturday night. I couldn't come last night because I was at PWG. But when I showed up tonight ... again, cockblock! She wasn't there, unless I just missed her since I showed up late due to catching up on Degrassi reruns (since airing a new episode every weekday now makes it harder to keep up).
Oh, and I had a Chili Chili Cheeseburger with the usual Freckled Lemonade, but garlic parmesan fries must now be specifically requested. Must be a budget cut.
At the Americana, I saw David from Bartending class who just happened to be walking Mojo the pitbull. I think he'll be adopting that dog for himself. We had to stop Mojo from attacking puppies. But he gets along with humans. A cop walked up to us and made a good point ...
COP: You think you're the one training him (Mojo), but really he's training you. You have to be aware at all times to keep him out of trouble because that dog's got power. I've seen a dog like that jump a fence!
Went home, fired up the porn, and erased by blue ball sorrows by busting a #3.
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