New Years was great. Friends of our do an annual fancy dress up pre-party from 6 to 9/10ish in Providence. From there we went to Mohegan and I played craps and poker while the wife played penny slots. Then home at about 6:30 to sleep until noon. A good celebration.
The host of the party last night made us listen to Lea Michelle's new music (of Glee fame). He then went on to say it will be one of the best albums of 2014 and when another friend mocked him for it, he bet him $100 that it would happen. They pinkie swore on it. I'd blame it on him being drunk but I really don't think he was.
Hey, it's not my fault you used up your weekly quota the day before. Maybe you ought to spontaneously plan better. It's ok though, don't be sad.
I'm guessing two guys pinkie swearing over a Lea Michelle album have their own midnight blow job story.
Speaking of music, I love whenever EDM artists drop acoustic versions of their singles. Helps you appreciate how complex and intricate some of those tracks really are. And related, Bebe Rexha is both foolishly gorgeous and in possession of SERIOUS pipes.
Nothing shuts down an accusation of being boring like... Accurately and concisely summarizing the highlight of the night.
So Colorado is selling legal pot now. And only at three times my usual price. Maybe they should have kept it illegal. Sixty bucks for an eighth? Fuck. You. Entirely.
Except you can't go to jail and have your life ruined by smoking some mj now. I call that a win. (Yes I know it is still illegal federally but they aren't doing shit about it) I had a dream last night that I bought a 6 pack of blunts the size of tampons for $1 each. I don't even smoke. I have never even tried it. My dreams never cease to confuse the hell out of me.
It's like a game of Clue! I suspect BlueDog killed Uncle Phil in the French Quarter with the mardi gras beads and the GGW DVD case.