
=W= says Mom Jeans are making a comeback. I'm not sure I like this.
Last night we lulled around the house waiting for people to arrive before we left to celebrate the day. In all honesty, I think it’s hilarious – not because the holiday itself is hilarious, but that we needed a reason to celebrate – which – we don’t. Ahh, I love to over use dashes in my banter – it – represents my actual prose very well. Boo digression.
I hate to even call it “night.” There was still sunlight and it wasn’t anywhere near eight o clock so I was more prone to call it day, but wtf, who cares, we were hanging around the house waiting for people – I can’t believe it took me two paragraphs to express that – oh quiet, you know you enjoy the prose.
After a constant back and forth of “where are we going tonight’s” Sketch and I decided it was finally time to just nail the mother fucker so we can plan accordingly. Seriously, it was like trying to decide whether or not to drop a fuckin bomb. Just pick a place and let’s go. So we steered the sentiment into Barney’s and went for it.
Just a quick statement about discussion of events. If you’re going to contribute to the confusion and indecisive nature of where to have fun, please show up once we decide and NOT FLAKE. It’s lame when you bog down the decision making process and then not show up to said event you caused verbal traffic on.
$3 Dos Equis, $1 Tacos and lots of baby style “pretty eyes” with the server and we’re talking a slam packed evening of beer downage, FU =W= you’re a monster! Patron shots and lots of noise for the bargain price of $28. I’m not even kidding. Well $38, 10 for tip, like I said I was making “pretty eyes” with Marina. She loves me. She would hate to admit it. Just like your mom. She hates me, all mom’s hate to love me.
When the lackluster, low stamina light drinkers turned in to go home because of “work,” “school”, or other such nonsense that prevents them from staying out late, we high tailed it Maloney’s/O’Hara’s – man that is a bitch to type – to join Amber (this fake name makes me laugh) and her positively sexed up cowgirl outfit and all manners of capping off the evening with more beers and shots that were strangely paid for by the all smiles bartender. The only one who wasn’t smiling was the door guy, there was a line outside, but with a simple phone call Amber laid waste to the doorman’s attempt to keep us out and we literally, Red Sea’d into the Bar (Tip: you don’t say no to Amber).
The rest of the evening was spent with very close calls of things I absolutely cannot mention and ending the evening with a trip to good old Jack’s place for his, yes, I will sing it if I will, “Mini Sirloin Burgers!” K got the chicken strips and we did an exchange of goods. I love finger foods.
As I write this I can smell myself and it’s not all that sexy. But that’s Office Champ Life.
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