Sunday, July 01, 2007
On our way out of town, we ran into Grandpa Paul at his usual breakfast spot when he's in Wisconsin, the Olympic Cafe.
Grandpa: Well, I survived the wedding.
He was in good spirits last night, playing cards at the reception and telling jokes.
Grandpa: This joke's a little dirty, but I you're all old enough. When does a woman lose her sexual drive? After she cuts the cake. [laughs] That's a good one, I think.
At one point during the reception he came up to me and asked, "Where's your girlfriend?"
I replied, "She's in Chicago."
"Is she rich?"
"No. She's not rich."
"Then get rid of her!" he said, and walked off.
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oh my god. Stop going to my hometown!!! Just kidding. I don't own it...anymore.
Seriously though, I spent more nights sitting in that very booth at The Olympic in college than you can imagine. The baklava is pretty good.
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Seriously though, I spent more nights sitting in that very booth at The Olympic in college than you can imagine. The baklava is pretty good.
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