Waffle House, known to a select few as "Wh", can be a totally new experience for someone who has never been. It is my belief that Waffle House should not open until around midnight or so, being that that's when they receive most of their revenue from poor college students like me. Going anytime before about 1am is just boring. There's no one that is drunk, the best employees are still getting their Waffle House gear on at home, and most of all, the atmosphere just isn't the same.

We (Tyson, Kevin (another room mate of ours) and I) try to go to Waffle House at least every Friday or Saturday night between 12am and 1am. We do this simply for the reasons stated above. It's interesting. We also have our favorite servers...or better put as people that wear Waffle House stuff and just talk to you the whole time. We've been so many times that they know us almost by name and our hope is to one day be able to server ourselves our own drinks by walking behind the counter and doing it.

I won't name the employees specifically, but we'll just title them "The Greatest Restaurant Employees Ever To Walk The Planet." I think that's a pretty good title.

There are many good laughs to have at Waffle House, and I think everyone should take a trip out to their local one at around 1am and see if they don't have a good time. You'll find it's impossible not to end up crying from the laughter...do it.

Labels: Bobby, Chattanooga, Travis, Tyson, UTC, Waffle House

First of all, I would like to say sorry. I'd like to say sorry for the fact that Tyson and I haven't written anything since September. College has been hammering us lately and we haven't been able to to sit down to write the events that have occurred in our lives. The following story was quite humorous when it happened, and it still gives us a good laugh to think about it now.

It was a warm Friday evening and I had the wonderful idea to do something mischievous. I didn't quite know what to do, but I knew it had to be to one of my three great room mates. Being the genuine guys that they are, why would anyone want to do something like that...

Kevin, Travis' room mate, told me that when he wakes up in the morning to his cell phone alarm, he sits up really quickly as if a bomb went off. So, I thought it would be funny to set his alarm clock for 3am...or some time around that. The thing about it is, is that Travis has (or had) an old time alarm clock that has the two bells with a hammer in the middle. He never used it for an alarm because of the annoying ringing sound it made, hence why he uses his phone. Being that he only used it for the purpose of a clock, I figured he wouldn't notice that an alarm had been set ( he didn't...=])

As the night rolled on, I went to sleep with a smile on my face knowing that Travis would be woken up abruptly in a few hours. Little did I know the events that would unfold following the alarm...

So as Travis explained to me, this is what happened. The alarm went off as scheduled. I failed to mention the fact that I hid it in one of his drawers so it would make it harder to find...I'm so mean. Travis must be magic though, because when he saw that it it wasn't on his desk, he opened up the drawer I put it in. He then proceeded to hit the snooze button and fell back asleep. Five minutes later, it went off again, and he reacted about the same except this time throwing it on the ground, which turned it off. Another five minutes go by and once again, the alarm sounds. This time Travis isn't so joyous to be woken up to this wretched sound. He grabbed the alarm clock and threw it up against his wall, therefore shattering his perfectly working alarm clock into a million pieces....okay....four.

At this point Travis wanted some revenge. He not only wanted an equal amount of revenge, but he wanted to get us back even more than we had done to him. He took his cell phone into our room and put it in the middle of the floor. He decided it would be funny to set both my phone and the alarm clock to go off about 5 minutes apart. Although that task may seem pretty simple, it was not. Tyson has this weird habit of moving around when any noise is made around him. So, Tyson would roll around in bed when Travis would make the most minute sound, making Travis hop around hiding. He told us that he was jumping and diving under the bed trying to avoid detection...

The next day we all had a good laugh about it and we still do today.

It's pretty fun to mess with your room mates.

Labels: alarm clock, blog, Bobby DeBarge, prank, room mate, Travis, Tyson Ward