Friday, January 13, 2006

To hell with work...

When I was a young twenty-something, a mere 21, I spent a lot of time at a little bar called Brewers. I have to agree with Carlin on one thing, places where single people go to hunt always have names that end with an 's'. Anyway, I was just beginning to master the drunk come-on. There was this guy I really liked, who I really wanted to spend some time with, in a naked sort of way. He was in my Advanced Lit class, a bass player, and a redhead to boot. Meow. So I hung out at the bar frequently, doing tequila shots and throwing come-hither looks like sharp pointy sticks. None of it worked. NONE of it. I discovered something then, we you like someone and they don't like you back, you feel crushed. But when you go to the absurd lengths that I did, you feel low. I've learned a lot about myself since then, for example what NOT to do when you like someone. What not to do is down tequila. That's what not to do EVER. Now a simple "hi! I like you! Let's make out!" suffices, but this whole event inpsired something in me at the time, that something being a country-western album.

Not that country is particularly my genre, but when you're the only girl in a bar, doing tequila shots and flirting with a boy who dosen't know you exist, what else fits?

Here are some of the song titles my friend Charlee and I collaborated on at the time...

"Last Girl at the Bar"
"To hell with work, let's stay home and screw!"
"I can't believe. (I peed in the woods for you)"
"If you care, say it with a hickey."

Not enought for a full album, but could maybe be an EP.

Aside from all that, I left the Wonderful World of tequila because Blackouts? Not fun. And I stay away from all bars that end with the letter 's'.

I can't believe B.O.B.I. also plays Magic: The Gathering! We's about to rumble, bitches!

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My dad loved this cardboard box. He's also very strange.

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Apparantely neither myself nor Trevor had ever heard of 'Furniture', we were such crazy kids! Always sitting on the Floor! My clutter so artfully scattered around us.

9 comments:

Crystal said...

That's your Dad? That's not how I pictured him at all.

B.O.B.I. said...

In contrast to Crystal, that's exactly how I pictured your dad. Including the cardboard box.

Creepy, huh?

I can't wait to play M:TG! It's gonna be tremendous! I'm analysing my decks today. :D You're going down!

Then I'll go down, if you catch my drift. OH!

B.O.B.I. said...

Oh yeah, song title. From the male side of things: I Want To Take You Home. (To meet the dog and truck)

Bee said...

Don't forget Mamma. Can't have a country song without Mamma.

And be prepared for the royal slaying I will impart on your deck.

Then I'll go down. If you catch my drift. OH!

B.O.B.I. said...

Hehehehehe, you're wet.

Hehehehehehe.

Should've brought an umbrella!

Crystal said...

Oh Lord *eye rolling*
Get a room!

Bee said...

b.o.b.i., I'll be at room 815 at the Comfort Inn & suites, here in Columbia SC. Bring the warming stuff!

B.O.B.I. said...

Momma Song: My Momma Doesn't Know What We Want To Do. (And Let's Keep It That Way)

I found a 1 AM flight, tonight, for Columbia. I'll be on it with warming stuff, rubber bands and two bottles of Silly String.

Get ready.

SlimAdam said...

eyes rolling is right. crap, i haven't heard people this excited about magic cards since freshman year of high school...oh, well. i play with legos so i can't really talk.