twentysomething

Today is the worst day of the year.  After you approach the 21 mark, things start to digress, exponentially.  It sucks that there is no light at the end of this long, dark, obstacle of a tunnel.

The birthday wishes were great, sure.  Ain’t it strange how most of them come from people you haven’t seen in ages or people that you don’t even respect (wink).  It’s an eye-opening experience to see who has the balls to send those glorious birthday wishes.

“How are you going to celebrate” seems to be one that gets asked a lot.  Celebrate?  I am too old to celebrate.  I was too old to celebrate when I turned 16.   How old am I really?

Oh gAWd…

Now I know what my boy Busfield was going through. Twenty (something) is the new Thirty (something).

..is ‘umm good?

In a celebratory response to that heavenly win for my Missouri Tigers, Hoops, her boyfriend Scoops, and I decided to take it up to the Record bar to meet up with Konay Stone and Chalk-oh-Lot Dunkers.

(I didn’t think that I would have enough energy for another hang, due to the fact that I exerted most of it yelling at Leo Lyons and accusing him of being too “silly” when it’s time to get ta business.)

A Big Birdie informed us that there was a cover at The Record Bar. Any other night, Marbles and Team Oops would have responded to that with a “no thank you…” and a “please”, but somethin’ had us feelin’ fine…

$7 BUCKS?!!?

I had zero dollars on me so Team Oops stepped up and pulled their boy out of a jam. First round o’ drinks…ON ME (equal to or less than the value of said cover charge).

But this is where things got h-i-l-a-r-i-o-u-s…

7(dollars) times 3(people) would give us what? A total of $21. Right? (Oh I failed to mention this earlier, but Scoops was feelin’ really really really fine. ) Hoops had a twenty-spot and Scoops had a ten. There was some chatter back and forth between Team Oops, none of which I could understand or even hear for that matter. I did notice Hoops burrowing through her purse. And this went on long enough for the one-eyed door guy to start getting suspicious and judgmental. Then Scoops grabs Hoops’ twenty-spot, and the four quarters she collected from her purse. (We were gettin’ in this bar…no matter the cost.) Scoops then puts all of the money down in front of the door guy, and he goes, in that stupidly hilarious voice, with the stupid Scoops face, he says… “are (is) we (‘umm)  good?”

The door guy stares up at Scoops with his one good eye, which was his right eye I think. The patch was covering the left. Which means, in order to look at this intoxicated fart who just gave him too much money and who was also standing to his (the door guy’s) left, he (door guy again) had to shift his entire (fat) body around just to get his disrespectful glances in.

I giggled (noticeably),  grabbed the ten dollar bill, handed it to Scoops,  got stamped,  and headed into The Record Bar…

I was almost embarrassed.

“Commit……NOW!!?!”

First post of  ‘09.  And you bet your arse it could very well be the laaaaaasssst. Juss playin’…

Somehow, I began to lose motivation, as far as ‘Grits’ goes.  I don’t know why, but I did.  Still not motivated really.  I mean, en route to begin the posting of this new post, I was denied entry, like three (or more) times.  I couldn’t remember my password.  Yikes.  My hiatus, I cannot apologize for.   I have been working entirely too much.  I need to make a solid commitment to ‘Grits’.  My schedule is pretty set, at this point, so I am almost certain (about 16 percent) when I say that I am bouts ta squeeze in a few more servings of grits.*

*This might not be entirely true.