So, I was at IHOP with will, keenan, and (Crap why cant i remember his name...im going to remember it...dammit...no I'm not....) some other dude. So it's 3:00 in the morning and we're all going to be ridiculously late to work the next day, and its just excessive. But we've had a great night, caught up with people and such, it's just been a a blast.
We order, still talking, chatting it up, not quite raucous, but definitely more animated than we should be at three in the morning, considering we're all dead tired and ready to hit our pillows with our faces.
The coffee comes first, the waitress sets the jug down on the table and smiles as she leaves. We all pour and mix to our individual tastes, while Will narrates a story about how some woman collided with his car in broad daylight going on the wrong side of the road because she was going 60 mph in a 35. As he continues, the waitress brings our food, pancakes for all, various other items for some, and leaves after asking if we need anything.
Again, we all start to spread butter, pour syrup, etc, etc...I follow suit, pick up a jug, decant over my pancakes while listening to Will
Who slowly trails off...I glance at Keenan, who is snapping a picture of me with her cell phone while Will is trying not to choke while laughing. I look down at the jug of coffee I'm slowly pouring into my pancakes as I burst out laughing.
I made coffeecake. It tastes good. I'm going to do it again. After I post pictures of course.
His name was Kenneth.