- Yes, the damn river is green. But guess what? The damn river is ALWAYS GREEN. Whatever.
- Today being today means one sucky thing. That Shamrock Shakes - of which I've only had ONE this year - are going away. You'll be hard pressed to find one. Damn it.
- Instead of going out and drinking with a bunch of amateurs, I'm going to R's. He's cooking corned beef and cabbage. I don't like corned beef and cabbage. I made cupcakes. I'll be having cupcakes for dinner.
- I'm slightly irate because my guitar teacher is playing at one of my favorite bars today. But only until 6pm. Don't these people realize real people have real jobs, that make it difficult to get somewhere by 6pm? Damn musicians.
- I am cranky, thanks for noticing. But it's not like I'm hiding the fact that I have pms. Damn pms.
- I'm waiting, patiently, for Q101 to play ANY Irish song. Like, um, how about a little "Shipping up to Boston"? Or some Flogging Molly? Hell a little Black 47 "Bridie!" never killed anyone! Damn Q101.
- I'm mulling over a post about the ridiculous outpouring of b.s. that came my way when R and I changed our teh facebook relationship status to In a Relationship. It's going to be a good post. Scathing, but good. Stay tuned. Damn teh facebook.
- I've been practicing my chords and switching between them. I practiced for about 40 minutes on Monday, and about 40 minutes on Tuesday. My fingertips hurt, sting, and are a little numb. Damn guitar.
- Top of the mornin' to ya.......
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
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Have you heard about the Irish boomerang?
It doesn't come back, it just sings songs about how much it wants to.
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There's a new Irish restaurant being built in town. They're going to serve gourmet 7-course Irish meals. Everyone who comes in gets a potato and a six-pack.
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What's Irish and sits outside in the summertime?
Paddy O'Furniture!
Want some candy?
But only until 6pm. Don't these people realize real people have real jobs, that make it difficult to get somewhere by 6pm? Damn musicians.
I'm playing a single set tonight, starting at 6, for around 35 minutes. I will question the main band's motives, but not the fifty-dollar bar tab.
Also.
now, do you want some beer for that pms?
Happy St. Cranktric's Day!
I'll have your corned beef. I like it. I especially like the corned beef hash for breakfast the next day.
As for the river, I was telling someone that the other day... it's always green... just a different shade of green.
The answer, then, is whiskey.
Playing at 6pm is so not rock and roll, unless it's the culmination of a 3-day outdoor music festival.
ELEVEN DAY FESTIVAL, Brando!!
It's only the river. It's only the river.
How I love that Talkings Heads lyric!
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Playing at 6pm is so not rock and roll, unless it's the culmination of a 3-day outdoor music festival.
Blame the headlining band. They're the ones playing until 9.
We'd go up after them again, but there's the small matter of payment. I expect my bar tab to last about an hour at the most, so sticking around an extra couple of hours might actually get expensive.
Now thinking to myself, "What did I say on Von's FB about her relationship status...?"
What did you say, Wenchie? I have to go check....
Oh, right the living vicariously through me. I believe some other readers over here are also doing that.
It's fine. Vicarry away....
I can't even drink tonight.
Beer ain't drinkin'.
Hey! My comment was gnarfed!
How was your crappy dinner?
Crappy dinner was crappy.
Don't know if R can't cook, or if I just really don't like corned beef.
The evening was meh.
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