Meaning I blew out my hip during a beer run just now, tragically. And by beer run, I mean beer walk which turned into beer crawl the last few blocks, but hey, I GOT THE F—-ING BEER.
Which is all that matters.
Here, have some of the real deal:
And one just for my new-found friends:
Is that guitar riff on New Orleans Is Sinking sick or what? It sounds like evil sex on the prowl.
Anywho, a couple of nights a month I lock the doors, kick out the cats and have a mini-marathon of my favorite shows. Last month I finally finished Babylon 5. I must have done a buttload of drugs back then, (I did), because some episodes I didn't even remember.
Made it to the season five opener of Miami Vice the month before that, realized that they would never take Sonny back as a cop after pulling a Dillinger and quit.
Now, it's Firefly. (You knew that was coming, didn't you?). I believe the episode tonight features the first time I ever did see the awesome and smexy Christina Hendricks.
What's everybody else doing tonight?
(I'll be here for a little bit, I'm drinking Gevalia before I start the brews so I can stay awake long enough to enjoy the buzz, lol).
Don't ever get old. ( It's weird, I feel as immature and goofy as I was at 20, but the mirror and my body are lying to me).