Friday, December 23, 2005
Lalala

Celebracciones for my birthing were eventful. It suckethed immensely that Anchors Away was closed for the day. Boo. I'm not about to recount the whoooole day. Although I will mention that no one got obscenely wasted. Not likely with one round of drinks. I had a Bloody Mary whilst Delis had a Mudslide. Victoria, silly poppet, didn't because she had no id. Nobody friggin asked. Poot. At any rate, each of us have discovered our current preferences - I like Margaritas, Fidelis enjoys Mudslides and Victoria the Bloody Mary. Ain't that a hoot?

Me and Delis noticed that our voices got considerably deeper after that. Funneh. Yeah.

We were seated too close to the stage. And I swear, that drummer kept looking in our direction. Creepy. Eventually moved for the sake of our ears, and got a seat outside overlooking a pretty decent view. Among things we discussed, apart from me making a solemn oath never to name any of my sons Lloyd (not that I ever had an inclination to) we've affirmed that our fuzzy christmas feeling meters are officially broken. The holidays blow.

There was the mishap with clam soup care of Magda, incompetent waitress extraordinaire. But if any of you poppets were curious, the clam soup was actually really good. We should have ladled ourselves some. Yeah.

Then other stuff happened. Hee hee. It's a secret (because I don't want to write it down).

Here are a number of things I've thought of that I can do.
* Sneak intoWatch an R-18 movie. -- Stop thinking it pervs. It's not my fault we have shitty MTRCB people. Idiots frickin made Underworld R-18. Ridiculous. At any rate, that disastrous business of our attempt at watching Love Actually will be no more.
*Buy cigs. --Not that I want to. Yuck. Smoking kills.
*I can be arrested. --As Mai randomly reminded me, of all things. Heeeey.

That's pretty much it for now.

I don't feel it. Ha ha.
Thus spake Irish || 9:33 PM || 0 comments