You know what's really funny? I have so many great tales to tell, but since this might take several months to post I'll try to keep with the recent ones.

I inadvertantly stopped a possible robbery. Yeah, I know. Sounds weird. Whenever I get off from work I usually just run to the bank where my girlfriend works and they usually set me up with a coke and a TV in their breakroom. Last Friday I'm hanging out in the breakroom, watching CNN or Foxnews... or hell... maybe it was the Simpsons, when the bank manager or acting manager comes rushing into the breakroom on her cell phone talking to someone about a security guard who just happened to show up acting weird.
Of course I decide to check it out for myself. I walk out onto the lobby floor and there's a security guard sitting at a desk. He doesn't quite look the part, his shirt is really starched and clean, but kinda off, and he's wearing dingy slacks and tennis shoes. When I come out on the floor and he see's me he gets really nervous. Starts moving around in his chair.
The bank my girlfriend works at has it's own security team, they do not use others. If they happened to, everyone in the bank would know about it and even I would have seen a poster or something stating the change in security. So, this guy was either at the wrong place or he was waiting for something.
The clock strikes 6:30, I head over to lock up the doors... just to be helpful and to keep any late arrivers from coming in. We had plans that night, so I wanted to leave.
As I lock the door the "security guard" gets even more nervous, stands up, walks over to me and asks me to unlock the door. I open the door for him, he runs out, gets in his car ***with no license plates on the front or back and, to top it off, none displayed on his windshield or back windshield*** and hauls ass out of the parking lot.

Whatever.

Went to eat at Carraba's and to meet up with the Toungate for the Star Wars Dork-a-thon at midnight at Toys-R-Us. I walked over to meet up with Toungate, Kris was backing out and hit a car. Bumped into it is a better term. No damage to our car at all, but the other couple is claiming tons of damage. We're fighting them on it.
I hate people so much it makes me sick.

Star Wars Dork-a-thon! I am scared to death of zombies, so after thirty minutes of waiting in the cold to get in to Toys-R-Us to grab my Yoda's, my worst dreams came true. It looked like something out of the new Dawn of the Dead movie. People were pulling, clawing, scratching, digging, and screaming to find things. It was psycho. But kinda fun.
So, Toungate gets a tip that there are Darth Vaders available at Wal-Mart. We stop over at the Wal-Mart around where we live, and, to my dismay.... They have every freakin' one of the figures we just bought. And no one is in the store. We could have easily taken our time, picked out everything we wanted without a hassle, and stayed closer to home.
Ah well.

That was the big start to my weekend. And that was also the climax. We decided to stay low after our Friday night romp.

Okay... I'm posting this on April 8th, let's see how long it takes....