one quick thing, the other night i went to the store and got a 25 oz t-bone steak. YUM. this morning at 7:30 i get a call. the name on the caller id? "us gov irs" yeah, that scared the crap out of me, then i realized it was probably my dad.
me: hello
dad: hey i'm going to bryant's tonight and wanted to see if you wanted to go.
me: bryant's? for reals?
dad: yes.
me: i, uhhh, errr....don't know yet.

tough call. huge ass steak...or bryant's. the thing about bryant's is the sandwiches are the size of your head.

*sigh* decisions, decisions....