Monday night, after band practice, I went into the city to stay with my girlfriend. To be honest, I was a little nervous. Not because of her, though, but because her new roommates brought a cat into the equation and I am allergic to cats to an unfortunate degree. To counter the potential effects of the dander, I came to the apartment prepared with a 12 pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon (motherfucker) and one of those $20 bottles of Jager (motherfucker). I forgot the Zyrtec (motherfucker). Fortunately, Stanley the cat seemed to have no effect on me (besides the occasional internal ‘aawww’), so I was able to drink with friends unencumbered by a flooded nose. Not much else to tell, other than we had a fun time. We eventually went to bed once there were no more shots or beers left to drink. Sigh…
$12 ladies and gentleman, bringing us to
$438 grand total.
Quick heads-up: while I had my own little shindig last Thursday for my birthday, my roommate’s birthday is coming up, so we’re going to join forces and have another party. If you go, be sure to take notes for me.
