Interesting Facts:

Contrary to popular belief (basically just me) Joplin, Missouri is NOT named after that piano rag-time specialist extrordinare Scott Joplin (although there is a street named after him). It is named after Rev. Harris Joplin who is credited with starting the first "methodist congregation" in town. I cannot tell you how disappointed I am with this information. I mean really, who WOULDN'T want to live in a town named after the guy who played this:

 

LOVE IT.

At some point, I'm going to have to discuss my obsession with all things Disneyland, this reminds me of the penny arcade on Main Street. More on that later.

ANYWAYS, Joplin is a town of about 50,000 people. I kid you not, there is nowhere to eat. Well there are places, but that bitch F5 tornado took out one of my favorite's: Pizza by Stout. More about me: I am a pizza connoisseur and Pizza by Stout was in a league of it's own. Anyways, so anytime chris and I want to go eat somewhere we have to go through this whole annoying conversation that goes something like this:

Chris: What do you want?
Me: I don't care, what are you in the mood for?
Chris: I don't care.
Me (this is where I start to get annoyed): Well, what about sushi?
Chris: Nah, I'm not really in the mood for sushi. (then as a side note he adds:) It just never fills me up.
Me: Ok. Sushi is out. Italian?
Chris: Nooo, I don't really want to eat a lot of bread or pasta, it just sits in my stomach.
Me (REALLY GETTING ANNOYED): Ok Chinese?
Chris: Eh....
Me (reminding myself over and over to be patient. Be patient. Be patient): Fine. Buffalo Wild Wings?
Chris (thoughtfully): Noooo, that doesn't really sound good either....
Me (forgetting all previous thoughts of patience and yelling) : OH MY GOD!! YOU EFFING pick then.
Chris: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! You don't have to get mad about it!
Me (snappishly): Everything I suggest you say no to so YOU pick! What the hell do you want to eat?!!?!
Chris: I really don't care.

                              I really want to be the Gorilla's fist at this point in the coversation.

I'm not joking. So this last Friday we decided to go out to eat (for the third day in a row). The conversation went like this:
Chris: Where do you want to eat?
Me (gearing up for another one of our stupid eating dialogues): Whatever. I don't care.
Chris: What about Mexican?
Me(shocked/awed/ecstatic): WHAT?! Really?! Oh God bless you! Bless you a million times over! May you have the joy of a billion beers in your lifetime!!
Chris (irritated not remotely amused): Really?
Me: Sorry. Yeah Mexican is cool.....I guess.

We ate Mexican. We ate it happily and voraciously and we drank the biggest beer and margaritas I've ever seen and life is good.

Let's be honest, I'd argue with him over where to eat everyday as long as it meant I was the one sitting across the table from him.