Rocky Horror Picture Show
At the late night, double feature picture shoooowwww
I wanna goo-ooo-oooh-ooh.
I'm watching Venture Bros and Brock is dressed as Rocky, Dr. Venture as Dr. Frankenfurter, and Dean and Hank as Colombia and Riff Raff. Rock. On.
*hiccup*
Joey's 21st birthday was a lot of fun, went to the Saucer for the first time and despite my distinct dislike for the place, the company and the co-patrons were awesome. I mean, totally quality.
Stool and Joey were really sweet and bought me drinks, but this required Stool coaxing me in to a shot of Jagermeister which, if I do say so myself, I took like a man. Because no woman in her right mind would drink that shit. It wasn't bad to taste, but it had a rather strange aftertaste which I tried to cover with a Beamon's which is an almost identical replica of Guiness (of which they had none) and is from County Cork instead of Dublin (which is where the Casey family originates).
After that shot and half a glass of Beamon's, I was fairly trashed, then Stool spilled the rest of his beer on himself which was pretty amusing. We talked about Taco Cabana, Kristabitch (THEY'RE LETTING HER WORK WITH CHILDREN, DON'T PUT YOUR CHILD IN SCHOOL IN CHICAGO FOR THE LOVE OF GOD), how Mary Claire Giffen is the most amazing person any of us have ever met, their formal from last year, and then we started talking to our server/observing the other patrons.
There was a girl who stripper danced with the wall like it was flashing 50's, and then made out with her boyfriend in the middle of a darts game.
A guy who danced with the darts, or so I'm told.
White trash who was so drunk he couldn't walk straight and his waitress (who was ours as well) told him he had a $36 tab and he goes, "I only have sixteen." and so she had to call the bouncer and he was chased in to the men's room and we were all minorly, if nothing else, amused at the entire situation.
I finished my Irish beer and went for a vodka and Coke, which is an abomination to Stool apparently, but he didn't grow up in Atlanta where we mix everything with Coke. Psh.
The waitress and I hit it off and bonded over our "optty mouth" tendencies, and the boys were a little overwhelmed by my use of the word cunt, I think. At least Brent was.
I ended the night fairly tispy and was able to sober up to get home and now I'm curled up watching cartoons and being amused at Venture Bros with Brent.
A good night overall, I think.
Glad I went out. And more awesomeness goes to Joey's direction of the karmic world.
Whee!
*smiles sleepily*
I wanna goo-ooo-oooh-ooh.
I'm watching Venture Bros and Brock is dressed as Rocky, Dr. Venture as Dr. Frankenfurter, and Dean and Hank as Colombia and Riff Raff. Rock. On.
*hiccup*
Joey's 21st birthday was a lot of fun, went to the Saucer for the first time and despite my distinct dislike for the place, the company and the co-patrons were awesome. I mean, totally quality.
Stool and Joey were really sweet and bought me drinks, but this required Stool coaxing me in to a shot of Jagermeister which, if I do say so myself, I took like a man. Because no woman in her right mind would drink that shit. It wasn't bad to taste, but it had a rather strange aftertaste which I tried to cover with a Beamon's which is an almost identical replica of Guiness (of which they had none) and is from County Cork instead of Dublin (which is where the Casey family originates).
After that shot and half a glass of Beamon's, I was fairly trashed, then Stool spilled the rest of his beer on himself which was pretty amusing. We talked about Taco Cabana, Kristabitch (THEY'RE LETTING HER WORK WITH CHILDREN, DON'T PUT YOUR CHILD IN SCHOOL IN CHICAGO FOR THE LOVE OF GOD), how Mary Claire Giffen is the most amazing person any of us have ever met, their formal from last year, and then we started talking to our server/observing the other patrons.
There was a girl who stripper danced with the wall like it was flashing 50's, and then made out with her boyfriend in the middle of a darts game.
A guy who danced with the darts, or so I'm told.
White trash who was so drunk he couldn't walk straight and his waitress (who was ours as well) told him he had a $36 tab and he goes, "I only have sixteen." and so she had to call the bouncer and he was chased in to the men's room and we were all minorly, if nothing else, amused at the entire situation.
I finished my Irish beer and went for a vodka and Coke, which is an abomination to Stool apparently, but he didn't grow up in Atlanta where we mix everything with Coke. Psh.
The waitress and I hit it off and bonded over our "optty mouth" tendencies, and the boys were a little overwhelmed by my use of the word cunt, I think. At least Brent was.
I ended the night fairly tispy and was able to sober up to get home and now I'm curled up watching cartoons and being amused at Venture Bros with Brent.
A good night overall, I think.
Glad I went out. And more awesomeness goes to Joey's direction of the karmic world.
Whee!
*smiles sleepily*