Here I Go Again on My Own...
For some unknown reason, an Alamo Drafthouse employee decided tonight would be the night of reckoning and quite properly slapped me in the face on my way to the restroom. Though she apologized profusely, I couldn't quite help but notice a faint glimmer of glee in her eye. "Aha," I thought, "so this is the sweet dulcimer of revenge," but muttered something about "it's not everyday you get slapped in the face" and rubbed my cheek while stumbling off to the bathroom, hot tears of defeat in my eyes.
That being said, the effects of inebriation are hitting a bit close to home at the moment, as I consider my scheduled jaunt off to Milwaukee. I'm leaving tomorrow, so if anybody has any good tips or knows of any good restaurants where I can enjoy the Friday Fish Fry or some splendiferous frozen custard, please, for the love of all, notify me. I shall return on Saturday, and thus, my LJ will suffer from a lack of presence by yours truly. Good luck to you all! I shall hope to hear of some wonderfully harrowing adventures when I return, and will regale my LJ with tales of my adventures at a B-Movie theater as well as my own particular take on the Friday Fish Fry.
That being said, I hope none of you has an inkling to read that Elliott Smith biography that was released along with his new album -- it is absolutely horrid, but my favorite parts include the author telling the reader that Austin is only a mere ten miles from Lubbock, as well as his pointed explanation of who the Donner Party was.
That is all.
OUTZ!
That being said, the effects of inebriation are hitting a bit close to home at the moment, as I consider my scheduled jaunt off to Milwaukee. I'm leaving tomorrow, so if anybody has any good tips or knows of any good restaurants where I can enjoy the Friday Fish Fry or some splendiferous frozen custard, please, for the love of all, notify me. I shall return on Saturday, and thus, my LJ will suffer from a lack of presence by yours truly. Good luck to you all! I shall hope to hear of some wonderfully harrowing adventures when I return, and will regale my LJ with tales of my adventures at a B-Movie theater as well as my own particular take on the Friday Fish Fry.
That being said, I hope none of you has an inkling to read that Elliott Smith biography that was released along with his new album -- it is absolutely horrid, but my favorite parts include the author telling the reader that Austin is only a mere ten miles from Lubbock, as well as his pointed explanation of who the Donner Party was.
That is all.
OUTZ!