American Pie
I was watching an episode of Cold Case last night when the phone rang.
I shot the shit with Glen for a while before he suggested we go to Seadog's.
Considering I had mowed my lawn and taken my mandatory shower I thought it was a good idea. The problem with my buds is they always invite me last minute, and I never leave the apartment without taking a shower first. The "meet me here in ten" always has me doing the "I'll be there in a half hour." What can I say. I'm a chick.
I actually arrived before Glen. Proceeded to get bit by those little Satanist mosquitoes.
Eyeball liberty was pretty good. I am sad how many pretty girls feel the need to ink themselves all up. God gives you perfection and you scribble on it with a crayon that doesn't wash out?
Last night was karaoke night. We watched them set up, Glen tried to talk me into Karaoke. I countered I didn't know any Kylie Minaj.
I dropped my voice into its lowest register and sang "I met a girl who sang the blues, asked her for some happy news, but she just smiled and turned away, I went down to the sacred store where I'd heard the music years before, but the man there said the music wouldn't play..."
I got way too much attention for what was a gag. Everyone at the bar tried to get me to go set up the song with the DJ. I can do two lines of a song. I can't do the whole song. Even though I am pretty sure I know the whole song.
This morning we went to breakfast at the restaurant formally known as "Boot and Buckle." The staff is the same, but it is now called "Sylvester's."
Julie's ass looks just as good as ever.
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