Ha, I bought the Jack last night, the laffy taffy, I bought two bags at the local .99 cents store. One for me, one for a girl I'm kinda seeing. That Jack was like 18 bucks, on sale! I also bought an 18pack of miller lite for 11.99 at a local drug store, so I'll move onto that next to wash all the whiskey and laffy taffy down!
that sucks hooch, and not to rub it in, but leave it to my kinda/sometimes girlfriend to have realized the 11.99 18 pack, also came with a $6.00 rebate. So after searching through all my receipts, she found the reciept, the rebate was on the box...and I guess that 18 pack was $5.99! Not bad, not the best beer, miller lite, but I'll take it for $5.99 an 18 pack! Oh the fight that ensued when I had no idea of the whereabouts of the receipt!
I haven't been in a bar for about 3 years (take away the house bars at the track), but my mother and I found ourselves at a new bar today run by Mexicans. It was new because we had never been there before, despite having seen it a thousand times next to the bank. It was like 12:30 in the afternoon so no one was there, it was very, very nice; a great ambiance. Dim lights, low Mexican music, MX v IT on the TV. It has been a shitty 7 years, so we decided to spring for top shelf using her house-money for the week. She started off with a mojito, made the right way. And I with a pina coloda. We then moved on. I to my new favorite drink (and I feel like such a pussy...), sour-apple martini; and she with an order she had to put in three times only to be told in Spanish that "Americans don't know how to drink" - vodka with a splash of diet coke. Always diet.
I've just come from two consecutive N/A events/benefits (Friday/Saturday) - WHO NEEDS A DRINK? There were pro-alk after parties, but my feet were so swelled from the heat I felt truly old. Not to mention the fact I danced extra-white to Thriller and my black friend shook his head and covered his face in shame at me.
Black Russians? And I thought Russians were the scariest white people. A Russian could be in the worse ghetto in Harlem witnessing a black-gang murder and say to them, "What? You think this is bad neighborhood? I seen worse in Stalingrad. Now get the fuck out my alley."
Anyhow. To be relevant, we've been on screwdrivers for two days. Sometimes with pineapple juice. Yummiest fucking things. They sneak up on you. I feel ashamed to say I get so cooked on them. But it's ok - I'm tiny.
I had several Jagermeisters and Stella Artois, I mean, my extinguished guest, Gregorgormilligan, had a few of these and a Rolling rock and we proceeded... well, you get the general gist. And as Generals are generally accustomed to proceeding in a fashionable manner, well, all right I say. Very well indeed.