Filled to Capacity

Once again me and my friend Cassie tried our luck at going out and shaking our tail feathers this past Saturday night. We had been hearing about this new spot that had opened up on Noland Road and just knew that this would be our chance at chilling with the "big kids". Just like last time .... this was a blank trip, and we ended up at our spot of defeat IHOP. At first it was all good. We had found the place which was a victory in itself. We waited in line for about 20 minutes, and once we got to the door; a member of security walks out and says "Thanks for coming out folks, but we've reached our maximum capacity. We're sorry. Have a great night." Cassie looked like someone had stole all of her joy as we side stepped our way out of the line. That's not it though, we on our way to the car and this police officer comes up to me with his arms out stretched (I think I'm in trouble) and asks me "Where's my love at?" I'm looking like excuse me Roger Rabbit, but do I know you? So I ask "Can you get us in?" The officer says no, so I answer "Then you can't get no love." What did I look like? I was tempted to get his badge number and file a report. The perv!

I think part of the problem is that we take too much time getting ready. Then we're never really sure of where we going or how to get there. Lastly we fail to plan in advance. We need to start thinking about this stuff on Wednesday night so that by Saturday we have it together. All in all ... I wasn't disappointed about not getting in like I was last time when we just couldn't find the place. Because on the way up there I told her I wouldn't be surprised if we didn't get in, because it wasn't GOD's will for us to be there. I don't know where that came from, but I just knew, we'd probably end up getting jazzy just to get breakfast and go home ... and what do ya' know. I was right.