Holy shit! I just found out yesterday that Bob Dylan is coming to Adelaide. Tickets go on sale next week and I am so buying one for myself and one for Martina and perhaps one for Marco if he confirms his attendance in the next week. And the age old question: "which Fraggle are you?", has finally been answered. Apparently, I am Mokey, the droopy-eyed, disheveled poet. Who can argue with that?
Man, oh man, the game is going awesomely. Eric is doing awesome. Team Liz-Brett is doing awesome, and I'm not doing bad myself. Marco is doing awesome. Kait is doing even awesomer. Stacy gets an A for effort. Today I went to the bank and Boutique Target and class and the bar and the pizza place and fell into a food/wine coma for about two hours before waking to enjoy Tom Petty and probably stay up all night now staring at the wall.
Drink Count: 5
Jeebus, how fucked up do I look?
2 comments:
C'mon.
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That's pretty good for 3:30am. But I'll take your 'A for effort' and wear it proudly.
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(Plastic Little + Little Richard + Richard Hell + Raise Hell + Hell is For Heroes + Heroes and Zeroes + Zero 7 + 7000 Dying Rats)
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