Four of us went and we had a great time. The show is hardly the best thing you ever saw, actually I think they almost prided themselves on the terrible storyline, but it was great fun and I laughed my drunken butt off a few times (thanks Blue Moon beer!), plus we sang our hearts out to some Journey and Poison. Some American Idol douche was in it, Constantine--
and let me tell you ladies, he did have a great voice for the Rock and Roll.
After a great night we said our goodbyes, we cabbed it home and I went to the Bodega for more beer, which is ALWAYS a very, very good idea.
In true fashion I was awakened at 4am to find myself fully clothed, lights on-- half-seated half-laying on the couch, with Roo standing over me wondering why I hadn't come to bed?
Why hadn't I ? because a party doesn't get itself started Roo, somebody has to keep this shizz hot all up in here.
I don't know, I'm tired.
On the plus side I didn't threaten a group of hipsters with violence, or "take a nap" on the bathroom floor--- so lessons learned there I think.
2 comments:
you are the protest lady!
i like to drink beer.
Pooh!
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