Had a hefty bar tab last night.
Chimay for me and rounds for my friends.

And I don't know how I got the gash on my tush,
but I'm gonna assume I got in a knife fight at the bar.

Tonight, Pernod Repro and MWE.

I'm guessing that there was something sharp on the ground when you fell on your ass.

While you're most certainly correct,
I prefer to think I'm a badass.

Allow me my fantasy, please.

meet any rich asian playboys lately?

Not my thing right now.
I'm limiting myself to every other cliché.

Texan oil billionaires, pasty D&D geeks, drag queens, drug dealers, biker thugs, frat boys, politicians?

Circus Clowns?

Naaaa, more like the Village People.
I'm pretty sure I just need an Indian.

To complete the set.

We pasty D&D geeks prefer to think of ourselves as untapped potential. Cliche's are so cliche.

Skeeeeeeeeeetaaaaaaah!!!

AB!

You can't really stretch that.

No, but she'll try...

bless her little heart

I always look for the best in people.

I am afraid the best of me is living somewhere else.

The best of me can be found in the bottom of a bottle of Absinthe

Quite a coincidence.

humfff... indeed.

Didn't feel the desire for a drink all day.

Mostly because Thursday saw me so drunk I was dancing at some bar I'll never be able to find again with "Spurs" in its name.

Then came the midnight phone call from a drinking buddy.
I can't help but feel it's wrong to be totally sober for a drunk dial.

Getting drunk at home is so much safer than getting drunk in the bar.
I really need to try and revive my old Friday night tradition.

Working from home makes that difficult, though.

I'm off to the Double Down.
Y'all have fun tonight.

Lady, you're lookin' in the wrong place.

Don't let him discourage you.
You'll never know unless you check each fly.

Gin and tonics tonight. A verrrrry special gin at that.

My father says there are two kinds of people who leave the Strip--Losers and Liars.

All I know is I stuck a $10 bill in the video poker machine and got four of a kind. And I'm smart enough to cash out when I'm up.

Off to the neighborhood bar to drink my winnings.

The only way to play.

My yellow-Porsche-driving-psycho-cop-toilet-seat-vandal calls me "Little Miss Karma."

He made me play $100 of his money and I tried to explain that unless I gamble with my own untainted money, I don't win, but he just wouldn't listen.

Why can't anyone other than me understand juju and karma and Bugsy?

By the way, friends in town from Phx tonight, and they brought me bogjumperskirtspreader.
God love 'em!

How's your dad's friend Bill?

Out of ICU.

Hey sorry I'm late....(been busy fo' real)

Lammie had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb,
Lammie had a little lamb it's fleece was white as snow.

Congrats Sheepses.

I thought they were just three sides of the same coin.

Not quite.

Well, I've worked my ass off today with both actual work and prep for the weekend.

It's bar time.

Haven't been in four days.

Of course not,
you were gettin' your ass ready.

The bar was, as usual, fun.
Lots of friendly faces.

But I was good again.

I might have actually gotten it all out of my system.
Time to be Normal again.

It's the first really brutally hot day of summer here -- I mean HOT. Good thing I'm off from work. I finished my mag, got it in the mail and sent a manuscript for a book I'm publishing off to the printer. Time to relax but it's too soon to start drinking.

Too soon

Too soon

well, maybe a little nip . . .

black coffee

eyeopeners

i wish.

naked black coffee.

Kinky!

get your mind out of the gutter.

the sexy, sexy gutter.

A woman's born to weep and fret
To stay at home and tend her oven
And down her past regrets in coffee and cigarettes.

damn straight!

barefoot and pregnant.

OK, current regrets, too.

I'm moonin' all the mornin', moanin' all the night
And in between it's nicotine and not much heart to fight.

Whom are you moonin'?

I figured you'd recognize that one.

You're good.

My wife keeps turning down the thermostat.

The cold makes you amorous?