Pay Them in Dollars, Fuck Their Daughters And Turn It Into Wonderland 57418 Curiosities served |
2003-05-22 3:05 AM So... Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: Contemplative Read/Post Comments (0) ...someone at the Ministry of Fucking Up let incarnate turn 25 and, as such, we were obliged to celebrate.
The destination: Yankee friggin' Doodle's on the Promenade. I drove. Fast. Because I could. It was a strange bunch, Dennis, Holly, Williams, Thea, Rico, Dan, Shanti, and some guy I didn't know...but it was all good. There was conversation and overpriced (but tasty) food; the alcohol and dessert flowed. I'll say this for the joint; their buffalo wings are bigger than at Hooter's. WAY bigger. The last of American Idol was on the screen, along with baseball games that were not Dodgers' games, so I couldn't care. Additionally, we were positioned in such a fashion that there was no way for me to play bar trivia....which kinda sucked 'cause I totally dig bar trivia. Still, it was all good. After, we all dashed to The Borders across the street like crazed lemmings. After, we broke. I drove back. Really fast. Because I could. What have I learned? That my life lacks lemonade. Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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