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scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

7.3.06

i'm old.

bachelorette party, with the inflatable man and the red velvet cake and the girly girly drinks. And then we all put on plastic leis and candy necklaces and ring pops and went to the stupid bar (because, for reasons unknown really to us all, the Bride wanted to go to the stupid bar) and laydees over 21 have no cover all night (because it's that sort of bar, with the drink specials and the too-loud music you really don't want to hear, particularly because they were alternating new-school country with I'm In Love With a Stripperrrrr) and now that i look like a complete raver chick with all my sweety candy (ugh) i have no excuse to say, wait a second, why do you want to go to this bar, again? because as a Married Person, i can still go to the bar. why look, here i am now, at the Stupid Bar, as a Married Person, just like i could be before, so "i'm getting married" isn't really a valid reason for this, is it? no, no it isn't. And the dollar-fifty longnecks would be cheaper at the gas station, or at the grocery, or at the package store. And i can make well tequila shots just as easy. And at home there are no dusty dead animals hanging from the walls shedding little hairs in your drink, and at home nobody smokes indoors, and at home conversations don't make your voice hurt, and at home you don't have to look at people who really shouldn't be wearing that, and ...

tags:clubbing

scrawled @ 18:25