Hairspray and Assless Chaps: A Typical Night at the Drive-In. (oh, and a little diddy about diets)

Drive-ins are sweet. If only I didn't have bucket seats. I think Cake wrote a song damning the advent of bucket seats...they must have loved drive-ins too. Mini-vans have replaced big cars at drive-ins and they aren't as comfortable. Not even close. Though, you can fit 6 people in the back of a mini-van, as we found out last night, in case someone was randomly doing a study on that subject. The other cool thing on the list was turning my Palm T/X into a remote control for Itunes and Windows MediaPlayer. In the eternal words of R. O'D, "Hawt." It is indeed as he said...Hawt. The minions are doing well, I guess. It's a quiet morning. I'm on my own for lunch, luckily, the mrs. has packed me a tasty lunch of fruit (yum), veggies (yum and yum) and an enchilada (Hawt). I am down 5lbs, good job Alex. The "eat three balanced meals and limit your snacking" diet is working quiet well. *stops for personal aside* I think I'm going to market this diet and write a book. I'll call it..."The Eat Three Balanced Meals and Limit Your Snacking Diet" Diet. I'll make millions. I could even package my own food. It'll just be like an apple wrapped in celophane. People won't know that all I did was take an apple and wrapped it in celophane and then told them to eat this and avoid large portions and last night snacks. My follow up book would be "Hey Fatty, How about a walk now and then?" Gold Mine Trebeck! Hawt.