NOT MY HEAD! (Pt. 2)
You may or may not recall my proposal to turn the “I, Claudius” Drinking Game into a public debacle. I've spent the last couple of weeks polling friends (ouch!) with the idea and it has met with sufficient enthusiasm. So I decided to continue the process.
Last night at the Sham I cornered Morgan with the hopes he would make his upstairs bar available to me on Tuesdays for my little scheme.
He smiled, shrugged, and replied something along the lines of, "If you wanna organize it…"
Well that was simple. They don't call this the Big Easy fer nuttin'.
On to Phase Deux, coordinating appropriate dates with my sexy co-host, makin' up the fliers, and then…
BRING ON THE LIVIA!
Last night at the Sham I cornered Morgan with the hopes he would make his upstairs bar available to me on Tuesdays for my little scheme.
He smiled, shrugged, and replied something along the lines of, "If you wanna organize it…"
Well that was simple. They don't call this the Big Easy fer nuttin'.
On to Phase Deux, coordinating appropriate dates with my sexy co-host, makin' up the fliers, and then…
BRING ON THE LIVIA!