The Bish

6:00PM Tuesday Night. Bishop was cooking a steak.

I got a call from Henry informing me that Lydia would be taking us out around 7:00PM-ish for a Melting Pot extravaganza. I’ve never had fondue before, nor did I know what the hell fondue was. I promptly told Henry I was down like syndrome. I packed up the steak and tossed it in the fridge. I would later use the steak to break my fast the next morning.

Long story short we ate fondue and it was good. Zack, Lydia, Henry, Colleen, and The Bish. 5 humans. Normally you would expect 5 humans to order 5 portions for their individual selves. This was not the case. Little did we know that a meal for 2 could feed us 5. 3 courses involving cheese, oil/fat, and chocolate was plenty fulfilling.

I burnt my face with the fucking skewer though. I now look like the Joker. Lydia burnt her fingers; so bank robbing should be one of her future endeavors.

The entire night was pretty chill, except for when Henry and I got called out on our “fake IDs”. I mean I look 12 but COME ON! After ID inspection they thought my WA ID was supspicously “thin”. They came back asking Henry and me for 2 more forms of ID and a fucking credit card. I handed her my current driver’s license and also 2 older ones. That wasn’t good enough for Mrs. I wear a crazy fucking dress. I surrendered my entire wallet. Henry actually started taking out his car registration and other random shit. It was great.

Once more and once again, I leave you with some Penny-Arcade smiles.