The Skirt and I ended up spending my oncall day watching movies. First up was 2005's most-likely-straight-to-video offering from Lion's Gate Films Waiting. There wasn't really anything special about the film other than a few chuckles. Mostly "Dick and Fart" jokes, I definitely got a higher dose of entertainment than She did.

For those of you that have seen it, you may remember the scene where Justin Long's character "Dean" receives an astronomically large tip from a former classmate who now happens to be an Electrical Engineer. More precisely, a 0 bill was left for a check. This forcing Dean to make up his own "penis-showing game". Now, you may ask yourself, "self, what the heck is a 'penis showing game', and where the f**k is Mike going with this?". Well, let me enlighten you about a situation that happened to me today, and you can try to figure out what the two have in common.

We got up today, had a delightful lunch (ironically at "Shennanigan's") and attended a matinee at the local multiplex. Might I add, Underworld Evolution kicks ass. Sherri says so, and I believe her.

We breeze into the roost around 5PM. Immediately, I hustle to the trusty Dual G5 and check out the video's on the second disc of Alkaline Trio's latest offering Crimson (Deluxe edition). Meanwhile the wife parks her sweet little ass on the floor just aside my desk. We begin making the grocery list (well, she does) and I start playing clips of the music video collection I just added to.

I get to the "Drained" video by Valve and Sherri (In her saddest voice) asks, "Why did they have to break up?". I proceed to tell her about the "good 'ole days" (I'm sure Braab remembers them) and about how "Moogie" (Tony Bustamante) originally played Moog and Guitar for Valve. I explain that Josh Heidler took over for Moogie when he left and Tony Gattone took over on bass duties for Josh (when he made the lateral).

After a blissful trip down memory lane, we pile into the truck and make way for the store. Get all of the crap on the list plus some and proceed to the checkout counter. The nice guy checking us out has a familiar look to him, so I steal a glance at his nametag.

"Tony Bustamante!" I exclaim.

"Yeah, that's me" he retorts.

"Moogie?" I inquire.

With a whisper, "Yeah, that's me."

I gleefully tell him, I was just listening to "A perfect day for..."

"Stars. A Perfect Day for Stars." He finishes my sentence.

After a little more uncomfortable banter, Sherri and I make our exit. As we get to the car, she informs me that I just had a definite "Large tip moment".

Weird.