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Do you know the feeling of trying to translate or retell one of the most incredible moments of your life to someone else? Its hard because they weren't there. They didn't see. They didn't feel it. They didn't experience it. Its harder with something that is humorous. Because you really have to be immersed in something to find humor in it. If its just words. You want understand the humor in it. Again, you have to see, feel, and experience it before you can fully appreciate it. This is where it gets lost in translation. But I'm going to try and retell it. If you don't get it. Or can't fully appreciate it. Just try and put yourself in our shoes and it might help. Backdrop: We had a Napoleon Dynamite party last night. We dressed up. I wore a brown plaid suit with orange and white stripes. And my blue pumas with a blue liger shirt underneath. I didn't get a chance to wash it after I bought it at the thrift store. So I itched and contracted some sort of disease pertaining to worms and other crawling bugs. Matt wore brown wool pants. A dingy brown long sleeve shirt. A fabric blue striped tie (not a tie out of the material used today, but made out of stuff they make quilts or old rough bed spreads with) and a brown corduroy vest. Like Uncle Rico or a used car salesman. Mike (our AV guy) wore his regular jeans and tennis shoes but wore some type of blue and black with red, yellow, and green threading Mexican shirt. We had already ripped up Kroger in our outfits and had an incredible night with the movie, trivia, glamour shots, impersonations, etc. We even gave out a delicious bass as a prize. But the genius thing was that it was really tilapia because it was cheaper. We wrapped it in saran wrap. Scene: Enter us into Waffle House at 10:00 pm (a rather perfect time for normality considering it gets crazier as the night goes on). Mike and I order the All Star. Matt orders pork chops which was fitting because they kind of looked like steak and he looked like Uncle Rico. Who the flip orders pork chops at Waffle House? Another story perhaps. Female, sketched out cook approaches the table. (I'm going to to do my very best to recount every bit of the dialogue that happened, leaving out the boring stuff, but never embellishing what was said.) Christa: Thats a sweet jacket! Right on! (High five offered to me. I respond. I had just washed my hands.) Where'd you get it? Me: The thrift store. Christa: Oh my God! Let me tell you about my thrift store! Every Monday is half off! Me: Thats my thrift store too! (I've been twice) How do you think I could afford this suit? Christa: (High five offered to me. I respond.) I've got a coupon in the car I'm going to get for you. Its an additional $5.00 off. Check out my kicks (Shows us her shoes). I got two whole garbage bags in the car. I got this linen pants (they clearly weren't linen). Linen! (Matt looks awkward) Linen! (Matt looks at his plate) They're linen! (High five offered to me. I respond) Christa: So where are you guys coming from? Matt: We had a party across the street at Cross Pointe. Christa: Whoa . . . my band used to be called Cross Pointe. I think about it every time I drive past that place. My daughter goes to church down the street. She's in middle school. Some lady at the church tried to kidnap her (it was a lady who lived in one of, if not the richest subdivisions in all of Atlana. Not that it means that she can't kidnap a kid, but . . . ) They all said I was crazy. But it was proven that she was. She had kidnapped another kid too. Wow . . . weird stuff always happens to me. Its like miracles. The other day, when it was snowing, I saw a guy working on his car on the side of the road and he didn't have a hat so when I drove by him I just threw mine at him. Its miracles that make the world move. Josh: Thats awesome. That was nice of you. Matt: Have you heard of Cross Pointe? Christa: Yeah, Tim (our worship pastor) comes in here all the time. He orders toast and eggs. I used to be in a band once. My agent was the guy who created SpongeBob SquarePants. My daughter and I actually gave him the idea for it and wrote the song but he stole it. gotta work. check back this afternoon.