So I didn't get a chance to post about my date with Moni last week. It was awesome. We went to a BBQ event here in town. The food was delicious, top notch, totally great. Unfortunately at one point there was this big argument, because one person said BBQ was about the rub and sauce, and another guy said that the term BBQ and the meaning behind it involved smoke. "No smoke, no BBQ" he kept yelling. Not like a regular person, but like one of those people on Jerry Springer who keeps repeating it over and over like if they say it loud enough and fast enough people will stop arguing with them.
No smoke, no BBQ No smoke, no BBQ No smoke, no BBQ No smoke, no BBQ No smoke, no BBQ No smoke, no BBQ No smoke, no BBQ No smoke, no BBQ No smoke, no BBQ No smoke, no BBQ No smoke, no BBQ No smoke, no BBQ No smoke, no BBQ No smoke, no BBQ No smoke, no BBQ
But anyway that didn't last long cause the one guy arguing kept drinking and passed out soon enough. Then everyone went back to eating. Food was finger licking good, I will tell you. If anyone wants any I bourght some home and iwll male some to you if you would lik me too.
So after that we went down to Zizzy's Bar for a few drinks. I had a couple Shloshed Satans, and Moni had some Jager Nukes. We didn't stay long there because I don't like bars. Next we went to the movies, as I had vip tickets to see an early screening of Generation Iron, the documentary about the 2012 bodybuilding contest the Mr. Olympia. Obviously I knew who was going to win, but Moni didn't, and it was really exciting for her watching it. Well you know how exciting bb competitions are to watch, you can't look away. Well after that she was all revved up and wanted to hit the gym, so we went by her gym and hit calves and traps. We were gonna hit lats (focusing on width), but we decided to call it a night and just head back to my place.