Fast Food

Quick story from the weekend in San Diego:

Sunday games finish. A couple of teammates and I hit up In 'n' Out Burger headed back home.

We pull into this strip mall, park, wash hands (like Bert knew I would), and order our combos and fries (avec ketchup, fa sho) or whatever. As you may recall, the fries are the bomb and the thousand island dressing on every burger means we're lovin the lunch.

As we eat, we joke about how we're so hungry we could just walk right next door and order some tacos next. So, two grilled cheeses and some fries into the meal, I hit up the Del Taco for more fast-food-goodness with the teammates. A macho taco with hot sauce later (can't forget the condiments), I'm ready to fall asleep in the back seat for the two hour drive.

Halfway back up the 5, though, dude in the front seat wants a bathroom break. So we stop at some 'restaurant and pies' place. And after about 10 minutes of debate over which pie to get, we order some french silk. Only a slice. But we share that and officially count our calories at 'All Week's Worth Level.'

Monster placed 3rd in the section. Regionals next weekend. Neder broke his collar bone on one of the most amazing Ds I've ever seen. Call that man to wish him well, please.