firkin catbirds

So I was talking to Praxis about flights to Abq when I realized that I needed to go run, so run I did, and when I finished, i headed to the local pub for some vodka concoction and a caesar salad, which i haven't had in a year.

Speaking of a year, it is the one year anniversary of the million dollar smile, so drinking was warranted.

I spend the time at the pub texting 3 people at one time--2shirts to get him to come out, glinda whom i fight with about whether Aslan could top Stryder, and Praxis about 80s songs and random movies. 2 vodka concoctions later, I get a hankering for catbirds and call up Darth, who, coincidentally, is already at catbirds. We take our usual weirdass picture via picture phone and send it to Glinda, and then let her know how much we miss her.

Catbirds is its usual self, and i have 2 more vodka concoctions (actually, just vodka on the rocks this time) and try to convince hank that the splotches he sees on the windows are really sperm. I also help some poor woman get over her innane crush on Jeff Goldblum, telling her that he is a podperson and she's better off without him, and then, helping someone else distinguish Endora, the bitchy mother-in-law on Bewitched, from Endor, the planet of the teddy bear warriors on Star Wars.

The music was Billie, and that made me happy, but catbirds was the same truXtop on the way to hell.

As I'm leaving, the woman with the crush on Goldblum gets a phone call from her southern baptist camp loving daughter who is in band camp for the first time. I can't help myself...this one time at band camp....and ask her what she plays. Yes, my friends, it was the flute. lol.