Day 49: Bones
I’m ready for spring. [Project 365]
Really? This again? I said it in 2006 and I’ll say it again: Mandatory pop-culture training for police and security squads. AND REPORTERS.
Store clerk, in broken English: So, you planning big Valentine? With your boyfriend? Me, in dumb English: Ahhh. Ha. No, not this year. Store clerk: Ohhhh, because of the … recession?
Recuperation complete. I packed a lot of awesome into one little day. Slept nine glorious hours, went to the gym and got the endorphins pumping, took my lunch to the park down by the river and read The White Tiger on a blanket while the wind whipped the world into a subdued frenzy around me. Then I had some chips and white cheese dip and some margaritas, went home to book chat, and then hauled…
I feel like I’ve been living out of a suitcase for a month. I’m glad to be home and I’m glad that the first thing I did when I got to Memphis was take a shower and then go eat some crazy-ass food (ox tail soup and some technicolor potatoes and some other things I forgot how to describe) with my crazy-ass friends, and watch Psycho Killers in Love. Or at least I think that’s…
Best mark yer calendar, boys and girls. And spread the word. More flyers to come. Art, as always, by the awesome Jamieslan.
I love The Cove on a slow Tuesday night. It’s not as smoky, not as loud, and you get much faster service (yes, I am eighty years old). And sometimes, with the right barkeep, you get much cheaper drinks. But then sometimes you go to The Cove at midnight and the staff runs you off at 1:30, even though 3 is last call and even though there are three of you buying off the menu…
Today Phil and I shoveled Mexican food into our mouths and then capped it off with a trip to Hi-Octane Vintage on Young, where I kind of fell a little in love with a muumuu (can I just point out that my iTunes queued “Fat Bottomed Girls” as I typed the word “muumuu”?) and several bits of glassware. Alas, despite there being plenty of room in my lifestyle to accommodate a muumuu, I did not…
Sometimes you go to bars and your friends are there, holding giant nuts. Look, I don’t make this stuff up. [Project 365]
MTV Shows Kind of the best thing ever, right?
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