He's pretty funny and I like to keep a log of all the funny things he says and does.
So just last week I got this text message from our favorite Pepe:
TOO FAR for SHORT RIBS
I had never taken him to Matiki Island BBQ before, which I knew he was going to like. I mean really - out of the hundred places I've been to with Pepe, when have I ever taken him somewhere that he did NOT like?
So we got in the truck for a 3 mile drive to Matiki. We were going down a back street which has very little traffic and moves pretty briskly but I started to get the feeling the red traffic lights and road construction was freaking out Pepe, which may sometimes put him into a slight crisis mode.
Pepe: dude, where the hell is this place again?
Me: its on Lincoln, almost there... check out that Manx buggy!
Pepe: how far is that?
Me: it's like less than 2 more miles probably
Pepe: what the fuck are you doing this far?
Me: this far from what?
Pepe: from your work, dude! yeah, you're going too far
Pepe: what is this place again?
Me: it's short ribs. this lady from Kauai and her Samoan husband and son run the place. the plates are huge. they only serve short ribs, chicken and beef.
Pepe: what? what kind of place this is?
Pepe: what the fuck are you doing out here?
We arrive at Matiki and our plates are ready to go on the counter. Pepe immediately opens the bag and takes a look at his lunch with a huge smile and says, "fuuuuuck, dude!!! this smells good!".
10 minutes later, back at the office:
Pepe: this is so fucking good, dude!
Me: worth the drive, right?
Pepe: soo fucking good...
Pepe: lets get lunch, dog! I can't stop thinking about those short ribs!