So I’m drunk. As per usual. Chillin’ at Moe’s after the debate. Only I missed the debate. I saw Tom Brokaw tell everyone to get the fuck out the way, but that was about it.
So now I’m at the bar with my fourth Dos Equis. I know, I know. Drunk off beer, Jay? What a lame. But no. No, I am not.
I had a nice Don Julio + Rose’s Lime Juice upon arrival. Then, after recommending Patron Reposado to a fellow alcoholic, he bought me a Patron Rep & Lime. Who is I’m to refuse?
So tekilla and beer on a pretty empty stomach will do the trick. Especially with Michael Viner’s Incredible Bongo Band playing on the PA system.
I’m typing away on my Sidekick because I’ve yet to get an iPhone and because it’ll be easy to email to myself and post on Air Conditioning. (Formatting and all that shit will commence later.) Perhaps I should blog more when I’m out and drunk. Should make for some interesting posts. In fact, right now I’ll leave a placeholder for the jump to keep you reading.
Still here? Gnarly, like the 80s. There’s a deficiency of attractive women in here. No, I shouldn’t say that, attractive women that don’t seem attached to some douche is a more apt description. I need some lovin’. It’s been a minute. What, like a month or two. Hey, I don’t mind exposing myself. If you’re a lovely (enough) woman, D&D free, and in the NYC area, I’m accepting apps. Forward your resume. I’ll even take an insane broad. Insane poon is some of the best. Word to Thin Line and the Babe. (Whoops, did I said that out loud?)
Hunger is setting in. May walk to Mickey D’s for an Angus Burger. Slumming, I know, but man, dammit, I need something.
Oh wow. Now I just got texted bad news. A comrade’s son has passed away. So now this post has taken a turn for the somber. This makes me think of Pharcyde’s “Moment in Time” … because that’s what life is, simply a short moment in time. Make sure your loved ones know they’re loved. Give them their flowers while they are still able to see, and touch, and smell them.
Well, no ending this post on a snarky note. Be blessed, y’all.
