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Busy day ahead - lunch at a stripper bar with the grannies and adjusting to new contacts

Grandma Gin: We're meeting at Minx Chinese restaurant this month for lunch. I think it's Minx, up at Eubank and Candelaria.

Me: Minx? Hmm. I've never heard of that one, but of course I'll meet you guys there, Gran.

Grandma Gin: Just keep looking if you don't see it right away. If it's not that, just look for one that starts with an 'M' and is in that area, ok? You can find it. You're good at this stuff.

Me: Thanks, Gran. I'll find it. Same time as always?

Grandma Gin: Yep. We leave our place right at noon, so we should be there by 1215ish.

So, I do the online search for Minx Chinese restaurant in Albuquerque and find a Minx Gentleman's Club in Phoenix. Now, these ladies are adventurous, have seen just about all there is to see, so maybe they're taking it up a notch this month and combining a road trip with lunchtime entertainment? But if that was the case wouldn't we be going to a Chippendale's type establishment? And I'm pretty sure Gran would have invited to me ride with them on the bus.

Bottom line, the buffalo wings are probably awesome at both places.

Late last night, a voice mail from Grandma Gin: Hi honey, it's me. I did some investigating because Minx just didn't sound right to me. So the name of the restaurant isn't Minx, it's Ming's, as in Ming's Dynasty. M.i.n.g.s. I was given bad information the first time around. Sorry about that. See you tomorrow!

Also, right now, as I'm adjusting to contacts after a decade hiatus, I wouldn't be able to fully enjoy the entertainment anyway, which would be kind of a bummer since there would be a most amazing story in the 'lunching with grannies at a stripper bar, at least I think it was a stripper bar, things were still a little fuzzy' viewpoint.
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