Be nice.
2.3.2k8
Be nice to your friends.
Tonight - Homestead.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Happy VD!!
2.2.2k8
History Lesson.
The Elders have canceled tonight's meeting.
Oh ...
Happy VD indeedy!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
2.2.2k8
History Lesson.
The Elders have canceled tonight's meeting.
Oh ...
Happy VD indeedy!
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Vesuvio
2.1.2k8
On advice of my clergyman, my alderman, my garbageman and on the insistence of my little wife, I'm quittin' drinkin'.* So as a fond farewell to that which has cost me untold cash and brain cells, here's a few awesome drinkin' stories from years gone by.
The local bar to one of my Chicago apartments was called the Oasis. On my 21st birthday I called the little Serbian bartendress a "human rodent." She actually served me after that.
The Oasis, or "The O" affectionately, had the best goddamn football game special ever: 25 cent hotdogs and dollar pitchers of Old Style during Bears games. (Other games were regular price beers and dogs.) I could stretch out a fin for the entire game and stagger home on the cheap.
I didn't and don't frequent titty-bars much at all, but happened to be at one with my best friend Phil in Arizona. We watched the show and appreciated both the hard rock the gals danced to as well as their "grace" on stage. The cocktail waitress came around and we each ordered a Coors Light. She came back with EIGHT Coors Lights and set them down on our table. We asked her why she brought eight and she said, "oh. It's four-for-one during Alice in Chains songs." Rain When I Die will always mean four-for-one to me.
The night before an early-morning Saturday shift I sat at Bar Louie and ate sausage sandwiches with EXTRA hot peppers and drank Jack Daniels until 2am. Oh my frikkin' gawd the shift came early. Can't remember if I booted. Can't remember much past the sausage sandys and JD, to be frank.
*Have fun and stay sick!
Tonight - Lone Palm.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
2.1.2k8
On advice of my clergyman, my alderman, my garbageman and on the insistence of my little wife, I'm quittin' drinkin'.* So as a fond farewell to that which has cost me untold cash and brain cells, here's a few awesome drinkin' stories from years gone by.
The local bar to one of my Chicago apartments was called the Oasis. On my 21st birthday I called the little Serbian bartendress a "human rodent." She actually served me after that.
The Oasis, or "The O" affectionately, had the best goddamn football game special ever: 25 cent hotdogs and dollar pitchers of Old Style during Bears games. (Other games were regular price beers and dogs.) I could stretch out a fin for the entire game and stagger home on the cheap.
I didn't and don't frequent titty-bars much at all, but happened to be at one with my best friend Phil in Arizona. We watched the show and appreciated both the hard rock the gals danced to as well as their "grace" on stage. The cocktail waitress came around and we each ordered a Coors Light. She came back with EIGHT Coors Lights and set them down on our table. We asked her why she brought eight and she said, "oh. It's four-for-one during Alice in Chains songs." Rain When I Die will always mean four-for-one to me.
The night before an early-morning Saturday shift I sat at Bar Louie and ate sausage sandwiches with EXTRA hot peppers and drank Jack Daniels until 2am. Oh my frikkin' gawd the shift came early. Can't remember if I booted. Can't remember much past the sausage sandys and JD, to be frank.
*Have fun and stay sick!
Tonight - Lone Palm.
bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!
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