I'm very tempted to stay at Foxwoods on Sunday night to avoid dealing with the storm. Mainly I don't want to deal with the power outage.
Oh my god why did I drink so much last night? Also, apparently New York is going to get destroyed like a teenage girl on prom night. I'm sort of excited to see what this is going to be like.
I think Hurricane party is more apt. So I leave California, land in Alexandria, Va, and then feel an earthquake. What the hell. Anyway, I drove around DC and NOVA yesterday, and everyone just seems to be walking around in a daze. I don't think that people can handle so much out of the ordinary.
So apparently this storm is supposed to be pretty bad? Here I'm thinking the meteorologists are blowing everything out of proportion but everyone at work is talking about losing power. I'm right outside of Philly and I figured we would just get some wind and rain. Yeah, the wind is predicted to be 100mph and the rain is predicted to get up to 12 inches. I don't know though, I'm still skeptical. Just in case though, I would like to get a case of Hurricanes and wait this bitch out! Spoiler
Fucking balls. Fuck today. My boss is gone and I'm in a bad mood, so I'm certainly leaving early for patio beers.
My weekend is going to consist of some great highlights of black and white culture: Tonight I'm going to see ?uestlove* (drummer from The Roots) DJ at a club called The Mid. Then Saturday my friends from Ohio are having a BBQ Cookout serving Pork Shoulder they've smoked for 8 hours and Makers Mark to drink. Pretty sure bags/cornholing will be playing, they will also probably get drunk and play songs from their band "Ballroom Boxer". ALL THE WHILE...with a girl who is half-black, half-white. Cheers. *The blackness of this is NOT invalidated by the fact they are the houseband on the Jimmy Fallon show. Bills gotta get paid. There is also a joke about having a consistent job also in here...
As a Canadian, I have to say I have never heard anyone ever say, "going to cottage." Maybe it's a regional thing, but I've been all over this great land and never heard it used as a verb like that. Always heard it as, "going to the/a cottage." Other Canuck TiBers feel free to inform me and Frebis if you've ever heard cottage as a verb or without a definite/indefinite article.
The sexual tension is so thick I can cut it with my boner. Now kiss and make up and get back to posting titties.
Are you saying that the amount of coffee you drank would have killed a small child or that you drank so much you could kill a small child?
Coffee boarding. I love my cousin - he's my new employee. but he needs to shut the fuck up while I'm reading/posting/working. And...just...stop talking. Is this what dating a woman is like? Because he seriously...I love him...I may have to find busy work for him.
To throw you for even more of a loop, we say "going to the camp" down here. Doesn't matter if its the deer camp of the river camp, its always just "the camp". Or we'd call it by it's nickname ("Woodshac" for the hunting camp and "The Cubby Hole" for the river camp). That being said, I've never been camping, like, in a tent in the woods. That would just be "camping", not "the camp". That was WAY too many quotation marks... In other news, I thought yall might enjoy this exchange I had with The Wife this morning: The Wife: Ok! Dee bay-be has beeeen fed, and is taking his nap! BD: Sweet! You think we might have time before work to, you know, hide a lil' salami or something? The Wife: ........... BD: *Wink Wink* Come on baby! Whatcha think? The Wife: ........... (You can tell she is really deep in thought here) BD: Baby? Are you ok? The Wife: ... But why would 'tchu want to hide dee salami from peeeople? 'Tchu do not want to share dee meat? Eeees eeet good? BD: Sweetheart, "hide the salami" is a slang term for doin' it. The Wife: ... Ooooohhh, I thought eeet was strange that you deeed not want anybody to find your meat... I thought 'tchu must be good at eeet too, because I deeeedn't even know we had salami! Do I neeeeed to geeet some at dee store? My life, ladies and gentlemen.
So, are we supposed to picture more Rosie Perez in White Men Can't Jump than Salma Hayek in Fools Rush In?