Australia

Somehow, I got invited to this:

It was so cool.

Stuffing my face with renowned wings in a restaurant before it even opens without having to pay for it?

Heck yeah!!!

Though, I did spend $3 in the following way:

Me: "Dillon, am I allowed to tip you?"

Dillon (waiter): "YES."

The bad news is that I didn't get to go surfing last Saturday. It looked like it was going to be all hurricane-y, so I called and asked if they would cancel my lesson. I didn't want to drive two hours just to be turned around.
Tom, the guy at the place, was like, "I'm not going to lie; it doesn't look good."

That always baffles me. The way people sometimes preface sentences with, "I'm not going to lie."
Does that mean that when they don't say it,  they are lying?
I mean, wouldn't that be burdensome to put that in front of every sentence you said if you wanted to tell the truth?

"Allie, that's ridiculous. It's just something people say."

I guess I'm just wondering why it ever became a valid phrase.
I'm a truth advocate. Who advocates truth. Always.

(Also, the phrase "going to hell in a hand basket". I mean, aren't there other ways to get to hell besides a hand basket?" These are the kinds of things I think about.)

It's bad when the closest concert of my favorite band is in Chicago.
Or is New York closer?

Bereft of all social charms,
TWS

Note: It just occurred to me in the post before this that I mentioned both a guinea pig and hot wings. The two are not correlated in anyway because I got the invitation to the party today. Life really is just that coincidental.