I'm With The Band

Okay.

I'm neither in the band nor with them in a Pamela Des Barres sort of way, but I hang with the Z-boys (and their mates) now and again.

Here's a pic from their last show at The Empty Bottle with __?__ and The Wilderness:



More pictures of them and the party I attended earlier that night will be posted on My Flickr later on. Too sweeepy now :-(

Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone!

I am off to C.P. and Sully's for Turkey, Samuel Adam's, and what-not.

Bored hands (on deck) do nasty drinks make

So, being even more bored at work than usual the other day, I proprosed the following to a few co-workers:

If we opened a bar, a dirty-themed bar, what would you name some Featured Drinks? Here are the results with credit where credit is due.

Beer:
Blue "Moon Me" Beer-- Voice-over J.

The Bi-drinks:
Vagina and Tonic-- Mac.
Dirty Old Man Martini, garnished with a Prune-- Voice-over J.
Long Schlong Iced Tea-- Mac
Rum and Cock or Roman Cock or (said with a southern accent) A Rammin' Cock-- Voice-over J.
Martini with a Lisp-- Mac.
A Shot with a Bare Back-- Mac.
Harvey Ball Banger-- S.R.
Man-Hatin' on the Rocks-- Mac.
Never Go back Once You've Had Black Russian-- Voice-over J.
Hung Like A Black Russian--S.R.
3 Circumsized Men Shot-- Mac.
Fuzzy Asshole-- Mac.
A Rob-boi--Mac.
Sloe Gin Jizz-- S.R.
Fuck and Grin Gin-- Mac.

Feel free to add more in the comments, or buy us a round.

Lucy in the Skyy (Vodka) with (3) Diamonds

or, um, Olives.

Really, I got nothing beyond that; I just liked the play on words.

Sorry.

Even I have my breaking point

If another self-righteous religious married narrow-minded idiot Fem-bot (Gabby Romanian, this time) accuses me or implies I am gay ("not that there's anything wrong with that") soley because I am:

• White
• Thin
• Over 30 and not married with kid(s)
• Or any combination of the 3

I may have to punch them square in their over/hasty-generalizing, brain-washed-by-religion, xenophobic right-winged mouth!

After midnight, we gonna let it all hang out...

Unlike most normal people who go to the nearest Happy Hour after a mind-numbing work day, I have recently gotten into a new and strange habit.

I come home, do the household duties, check email, cruise my regular websites, and pet the cat, etc. But then around Midnight, I get the urge for a drink (like the one I'm sipping now).

Why?

Maybe because the neighborhood is quiet. Maybe because I'm bored. Maybe because my biological/internal clock is goofed-up.

Who knows? At least I never drink alone: I always have Lilly: