Friday, February 5, 2016

Good morning crew,

The wife's birthday is this weekend. Happy birthday to her! She wants to go to downtown Chicago to have dinner at the original Pizzeria Uno, so I recruited a small group of people to go with and give the affair a more party-like atmosphere.

I only hope she is not disappointed. Her interest in Uno's was piqued by my stories of going to this place back in college with Mason and the rest of the old crew (that would be Wolfman, the Big Kahuna and ol' Angel Eyes).

I haven't been back there in 20 years. Who knows what kind of food they're serving now. On the other hand, you don't stay in business in downtown Chicago for 50 years by serving garbage. So I'm optimistic. If anything it will be a stroll down nostalgia lane for me and a new experience for the wife.

I wonder if our old waitress Carla, who used to serve us beer when we were 19, is still working there. That would be both awesome and extremely depressing.

I'll fill you in on any fun stories next week.

Laugh it up,

Joe

joe@gophercentral.com

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"Punxsutawney Phil did not see his shadow this morning, which means one of two things. Either spring will come early this year or Punxsutawney Phil is a vampire." -Jimmy Kimmel

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"A new study found that a growing number of parents regret the name they gave their baby. They actually have a name for those parents: 'celebrities.'" -Jimmy Fallon

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"New Barbies will come in a variety of body sizes including 'tall,' 'petite,' and 'curvy.' However, due to some controversy, the company has decided not to make 'Bootylicious Barbie.'" -Conan O'Brien

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On my 40th birthday I waltzed out of my bedroom dressed in an old outfit I dug out of the back of the closet.

"I wore this on my 30th birthday! I guess that means my wardrobe is ten years old," I said to my husband, hoping he'd take the hint and buy me some clothes as a present.

"Or," he offered instead, "it means when you were 30 you had the body of a 40-year-old."


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Mom and Dad were trying to console Susie, whose dog Skipper had recently died.

"You know," Mom said, "it's not so bad. Skipper's probably up in Heaven right now, having a grand old time with God."

Susie stopped crying and asked, "What would God want with a dead dog?"