Yo!
It's Tuesday night, and yep, I'm drunk again.
I guess I have an excuse, considering it's fat tuesday. I always hear about it too late, though. Like, I'm just cruisin' around in the ol' company truck and I hear it on the radio..."It's fat tuesday, all the bars are havin' drink specials and girls will be running around with their boobs out!!" And I'm thinking, "Damn!! I know at least a few of my friends are in New Orleans walking the streets with a fucking bucket of fruity 90 proof crap with six straws. (A couple of years ago, one of 'em got a pic with Suge Night.) And here I am at fucking work!!" Maybe it's because it's so early in the year, I always miss it.
At least I got to go see a cool band at the local watering hole and have a few beers. I'll pay for it tommorrow, though, when I'm sitting at work nodding off and slobbering all over the place. Then I'll wonder why the hell I decided to post some stupid crap on drunkagain.com instead of getting that extra few minutes of valuable sleep.
For the fans, the fans.
-C