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- Denny's #7217
- Sunnyvale, California
- 28 April 2001
- 11:55pm PDT
- 311 South Mathilda Avenue
- (408) 245-7720
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- Attendees: P7A77, Amie, m_rien
- Wait-person(s): Alex
- What we ate: P7A77 - Buffalo Chicken Wings (w/ Ranch & Bleu Cheese), Diet Coke; Amie - Moons Over My Hammy (w/ Hashbrowns), Hot Chocolate, Water; m_rien - Scram Slam (w/ Hashbrowns & Rye Toast), Apple Juice, Water
- I had no idea when this day began that I'd end it taking photographs of stuffed animals.
- My good friend and fellow project regular Adder had come down from San Francisco to spend the weekend. Nothing really planned, just hanging out and doing stuff. We started the morning watching Fishing With John (fishing... with John...) on DVD and I made some omelets which I had hyped as being the best in the world but which came out just awful and yucky and all wrong. They tasted okay, but they weren't great, and the presentation was horrid. But that's okay.
- After breakfast I decided that I had to have a particular video game so Adder and I took a walk over to the bank near my house. I put my card into the ATM (note lack of "Machine" after that), typed in my PIN (same lack of "Number"), and asked it would it please if it didn't mind give me some money. It wouldn't. I had a quick flash to a few minutes previous when the woman using the ATM before me got all frustrated and went inside, and cataloged that for another future reference. I tried another ATM. Typed in my PIN. Asked for money. Bzzt, too bad. I again remembered the woman using the machines before me and decided that something must be wrong with the system and went inside myself. The lines were long, but I didn't care, as I had no real goals for the day, and besides, the bank was open on a Saturday, so you can't complain too much about that. When I finally got to the front I explained the situation to the person behind the counter, and the first thing the person asked was if I was using the right card. I looked at the card. It was not, in fact, the right card. I thanked them for their time and walked the gauntlet through the remaining waiting customers (all laughing at me, I'm sure of it) and out the door.
- On the way back home I stopped at Trader Joe's and picked up some red licorice that they have that is so darned tasty. I don't think red licorice is really licorice, but I admit I don't know too much about the subject, and everyone else calls it licorice, so I don't spend too much time worrying about it. Anyway, got back home, got the right card, decided to drive this time, and got my money. Now it was time to go to Fry's.
- I had never been to Fry's. It was awful. Very crowded and dark and cramped and they didn't have the game I wanted oh my god how could they not have it they are evil for this evil evil evil. Screw all this, I said, let's go over to a friend's house - let's call her "Babs" - and use her PlayStation 2. Well, actually, that was the plan all along, so I wasn't really taking that much command of the situation. It was really Fry's that eliminated the "purchase new game" part of it.
- So we spent a while at Babs' place getting vaguely technically impressed but with a slight anticlimactic air that happens when you play PS2 launch titles. Babs was actually out of town (but she said we could stop by for geekdom while she was gone), so we were surprised when the front door opened and who should walk in but Chuck D (credited above as m_rien)! Chuck's living situation had recently shifted and he was now staying at Babs'. Adder and Chuck exchanged pleasantries and when it was discovered that Adder lived in San Francisco and was going to take the train home later, Chuck said hell, let's drive up there and then go drink oyster shots! I wasn't sure. Chuck said he'd drive. Let's go!
- I've been told I'm taking way too long to get to the Denny's part of this Denny's entry, so suffice to say that the trip to San Francisco was very enjoyable. A few tidbits... it was discovered that Adder and Chuck went to the same gradeschool (in Singapore of all places) at the same time, tho' they never knew each other then. In fact, they had just met that day. Chuck displayed his complete lack of parallel parking abilities. The oyster shots were yummy.
- Okay, fine, Denny's. Really, how many of these reviews do you have to read before you realize that they're all exactly the same? The most notable thing about this Denny's is that there's a fireplace inside. But not fire (a customer offered to start one for me; I'm not sure he meant in the hearth). The waiter was surprisingly friendly, accurate, and fast... something rare to have at Denny's these day. Chuck would like to give a shoutout to #602 on EFnet, who should all know of stories about IRC ravers and gay sex in Denny's bathrooms. I would like one of them to tell ME these stories.
- There was the usual mix of customers: a young couple trying to have some private time, a family not at all being pleased by my jumping around and taking photos, and a gaggle of Denny's rats playing some sort of role playing game in the corner booths. One of 'em had a pet.
- Happy now?
- WAY: undetermined
- Free Stuff: nothing
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