I just spent the past two nights drinking my face off in the Firehouse, a local tavern with mad personality and I'm starting to consider myself a potential regular there. I'm not sure if I'm happy about that or not. It's nice to go somewhere that is welcoming, and the people there for the most part have been very cool and very social. The owner, Josh, was wearing his newly acquired Poison Scooter shirt last night making me feel all proud papa inside. I essentially boycotted 80's night based on prior experiences, and the Firehouse was a nice alternative. But, I don't want to be the guy who goes to the same bar every night and make it get old really quick.
However, last night I had some more time to spend getting to know Eric, this fellow transplant from PA who is currently smitten with the gal pal Joolie. With Joolie pulling the 2 AM shift this weekend, and me off, it was a perfect opportunity for Eric and I to get more familiar with each other. Hard as I try, I'm realizing that I cannot find anything wrong with this guy. And that's really amazing considering just how tough a critic I am. What came out of last night's discussion was an invite to a Thanksgiving event that will blow away all prior Thanksgivings at his house. You are required to dress as either a pilgrim or Indian, which is fucking awesome. I'm leaning toward Indian heavily, and plan on perhaps busting out the faux hawk again in honor of my Indian ancestors. Maybe it will rally the fucking Eagles in the process, because they sure need it. Anyway, being asked to join in on the holiday event, to the point that I'm making the turkey, is really a feeling that I cannot describe. I have been trying so hard to make things work here in Georgia, it's nice to see that there is some payoff. So I'm upbeat today, even though I have butt mud (again) from drinking Pabsts and stink like smoke.
Time to strap on the Nano Pod, grab the camera and head out to find an art exhibit that I was barely invited to. There's nothing like crashing an art exhibit with liquid diarrhea on a beautiful Saturday afternoon...
1 comment:
SInce you and eric are like but buddies now, i dont want to bug but when you are comfortable enough could you let him know that I was serious about the jameson painting if he was, and i would be more than happy to pay for the it....with that said i hope the cost wont be a stack(grand)..good to hear that you finaly are getting some payoff....ohh yea....dude when i bought you a pabst down in the dirty you had an attitude that i just banged you wife....now you are throwing them back like they are giving them out for free.
kevvy
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