We went to Red Robin and Dad has declared we're never going again. I'm glad. Too many bloody children running around there. And the stupid mascot. Dad says it's because he can't smoke anywhere on the property--even outside--and he can't have more than five beers, which took about 20 minutes each to deliver. XP He says "None of that."

Dad, needing more beer, took us on a jaunt to Food Lion (after a highly amusing conversation about taking smart-ass pills).

Instead of just getting beer and miso tofu soup (for me), Karen and Whatshisname end up circling the entire store and loading up on snacks. Dad and I grow impatient and loiter outside. I saw a cute black chick in a Jim Morrison shirt (the picture where he's wearing the bug-eye sunglasses) and complimented her; she said my shirt was awesome, too (currently wearing the tie-dye Rolling Stones shirt).

Dad saw some chick he worked with about six years ago and talked to her for awhile.There was some guy shopping as we just came in who resembled Abbie Hoffman. O_o I stared at him for awhile, and I think I mighta creeped him out. *sweatdrop* Leiko does not charm men at all.

It was a fun night, overall, though I could have seriously done without Dad criticizing minorities as he always does. *eyeroll*

Also: Dad says I can get a couple Grateful Dead bears if I want. X3 He says as long as I don't waste any more money trying to get them from crane machines. (This is what I did at Red Robin while I waited for my veggie burger. I fished around for a couple of Grateful Dead bears in the crane machine and spent about $10 doing it. He said, "Shit, you could buy four of 'em off the Internet for that! Just google-search 'Grateful Dead' and you'll come up with stuff.")

Excellent. *tents fingers*