Teh Drunkening for the day of anniversary or some thing
It is my birthday and I am fucking drunk. The bartender at the Whisky Bar gave me some monstrosity called a Cherry Bomb and I agreed to take it as a shot if he could sweetalk the deejay or "the bar" into either playing or singing (in unison!) the Runaways' version of "Cherry Bomb". The deejay had Joan Jett's first album on vinyl, which seemd relatively satisfactory to me, excepting the fact that he only played the first track off of it . . . which allowed me only ONE TIME ONLY to tell the story of the several times I've seen Joan Jett in concert and the fact that she opened every show with the song "Bad Reputation," which is the first song off of her first album (with the Blackhearts or something or not). Wnisky Bartender spilled some of said cherry bomb -- which is some vile combination of Red Bull, cranberry, and some sort of hard liquor -- on my white hot-weather jacket. My boyfriend seems more concerned about my lovely jacket than I do, probably because, no thanks to the mothertrucking cherry bomb, I am far more pissed than he is and in the British sense, also.
"Reputable sources say that hydrogen peroxide will help stains. Should I try this or should we just go to the cleaner's tomorrow?"
"Well, honey, if the internet says that it will work then perhaps we should try it. We should go to the zoo tomorrow, also, and to Lighthouse Espresso, too, since it is near the zoo."
It is past my official birthday right now. Boyfriend is dousing jacket in peroxide and I am berating Whisky bartender as we speak. Happy fucking birthday to me, or something.
"Reputable sources say that hydrogen peroxide will help stains. Should I try this or should we just go to the cleaner's tomorrow?"
"Well, honey, if the internet says that it will work then perhaps we should try it. We should go to the zoo tomorrow, also, and to Lighthouse Espresso, too, since it is near the zoo."
It is past my official birthday right now. Boyfriend is dousing jacket in peroxide and I am berating Whisky bartender as we speak. Happy fucking birthday to me, or something.