Went to see
Terminator with cousin and her friends. Took a while for her to decide what time she wanted me to get there. 11... no 10... ok... 11. Pfsh.
Well, we went to
Alamo Drafthouse, first time for me, and it was great. Ordered a $5 chocolate
milkshake and a
Mr. Pibb. I didn't want to leave to go to the restroom because it was on the other side of the damn place. HA. Well, our waitress was really hot and I made it known to my cousin by saying, "She's hot." And then my cousin, being her bold self [I think she gets it from me] asked the girl-well, I'm not entirely sure what she asked her but I could see that it was about me somewhat because the chick looked at me and said, "I do." And that's all I really heard until I asked my cousin about it later and she said, "I asked that girl if she would want to go out with you, and she said, "yeah," but she's pregnant." Wow... I couldn't tell because of the chick's uniform but I saw her after the movie was over and I didn't say anything but just glance a few here and there.
I should've gotten her number regardless. Eh... no regrets. At least I got a, "yeah, I'd go out with him." That made this Memorial Day weekend all the more better.
Thanks cuz.
Cheers