I woke up at 5:30 this morning and had absolutely no idea what day it was. I actually sat up and had to think about it for a second. Yes, I slept that well.
Weekend was pretty lax. Friday night at Aunt Chilada's was fucking horrible. Kristin and I tried to sit off in the corner and stay under the radar of all the drunk frat boys wandering about, but to no such avail. Some guy actually came up to her and his pick up line was, "Hey baby, how 'bout I come all over those titties?"
Had I heard him say that myself, he would've had to have my spiked toe Stuart Weitzman's surgically removed from his ass. Kristin was so appalled, she couldn't even come up with a response. She just scooted her chair closer to me. Thank Christ the fucker just walked away.
She was getting hit on like every 5 seconds. It was insane. The girl's a dead ringer for Angelina Jolie, so I guess it's to be expected, but still- not a single one of the guys that approached her had anything to offer other than some sort of crass sexual remark. Why do neanderthals like that think saying that kind of shit is really gonna snare the girl? I truly don't fucking get it.
Saturday night was low-key. Kristin & I skipped out on hussying it up at the bar scene, and instead opted for staying in to eat fatty comfort foods and watch movies until the wee hours of the morning. It was good times.
Sunday Jeff and I went to see the Stepford Wives, trust me- skip it.
I need more weekends like that one. Surprisingly it was alcohol free, and I actually got more than 10 hours sleep each night. Amazing.
Tonight it's the Format at the Marquee Theater.
I need to get back to Tempe, its been two years since I've been here before back down to the streets that lead me, the ones that keep me away from Glendale
My kind of stuff. I love that they write songs that express the same contempt I have for Glendale. When I'm drunk, I may joke and claim "West Side Pride", but it's only because that shit hole made me tough, not because I liked it.
So how was everyone else's weekend?
Weekend was pretty lax. Friday night at Aunt Chilada's was fucking horrible. Kristin and I tried to sit off in the corner and stay under the radar of all the drunk frat boys wandering about, but to no such avail. Some guy actually came up to her and his pick up line was, "Hey baby, how 'bout I come all over those titties?"
Had I heard him say that myself, he would've had to have my spiked toe Stuart Weitzman's surgically removed from his ass. Kristin was so appalled, she couldn't even come up with a response. She just scooted her chair closer to me. Thank Christ the fucker just walked away.
She was getting hit on like every 5 seconds. It was insane. The girl's a dead ringer for Angelina Jolie, so I guess it's to be expected, but still- not a single one of the guys that approached her had anything to offer other than some sort of crass sexual remark. Why do neanderthals like that think saying that kind of shit is really gonna snare the girl? I truly don't fucking get it.
Saturday night was low-key. Kristin & I skipped out on hussying it up at the bar scene, and instead opted for staying in to eat fatty comfort foods and watch movies until the wee hours of the morning. It was good times.
Sunday Jeff and I went to see the Stepford Wives, trust me- skip it.
I need more weekends like that one. Surprisingly it was alcohol free, and I actually got more than 10 hours sleep each night. Amazing.
Tonight it's the Format at the Marquee Theater.
I need to get back to Tempe, its been two years since I've been here before back down to the streets that lead me, the ones that keep me away from Glendale
My kind of stuff. I love that they write songs that express the same contempt I have for Glendale. When I'm drunk, I may joke and claim "West Side Pride", but it's only because that shit hole made me tough, not because I liked it.
So how was everyone else's weekend?
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I was actually reading some funny one-liners, along the lines of that on the net a few weeks back. I have a memory like an etch-a-sketch, so I can't remember any of them now, but I was laughing so hard I had to call a friend and share.
I think the problem you have is with the Alpha Males. You know, the ones with the balls to go and approach everything without a penis in the bar until they find that low self-esteem hottie that needs to be dragged out of a bar by her hair to feel loved.
Meanwhile, the Beta and Gamma males sip their drinks and wish they could simply kill every damn Alpha Male on the planet. Such a waste of testosterone.
My normal pick up line (all three times in my life I have tried to approach a woman) "What the name of the last book you read?" <await response> "You know, books, paper, words..." <awaits response> "OK, next topic...sure is hot in here tonight, huh?"