most of this is not-taking manual live-blogging from mostly tonight but basically all day.

toby thompson is doing a book signing for his book "positively 4th st: minnesota's bob dylan" at dylan days in hibbing, mn. my aunt is getting me a signed copy. ((thanks auntie sharon)) also, there will be more posters and maybe a plane ticket.

i went to cool beans to watch the keyboard/singer from congratulations do some solo shit. when i was at the bar there were three ultra-southern-hick dudes that had just arrived and one turned to me and just said "hey, baby, you single?" umm... you're thirty-five and... ew.

later they were asking the bartender if some bar down fry street was a gay bar. it's summer and the college kids are leaving, so don't touch me ever and fucking get out of my town and can i get a shiner draft, please?

the chairs that i was sitting on ((there were several different types)) were like the grade k chairs in mrs. bogie's class. the cracked fiberglass ones that were waay comfortable... and since being drunk brings you back to grade k, they were equally comfortable.

also there was this jewel.

mengtar said:

can i get two shiners and a shot of beam?

cute dude in white shirt said:

you should get two.

mengtar took her shot and said:

he's not that cute.

cute dude in white shirt was in the middle of a drink and spit beer everywhere all zach morris on saved by the bell style and i smiled and walked away. thoroughly pleased.

tonight may have been stranger small talk for blog appreciation appreciation night. appreciation was meant to be in there exactly that amount of times. get over it.

also, i bought more rum and windsor. so... canadian whiskey night might be on wednesday... tomorrow... well... today. thanks dadx.

i broke my non-beer-drinking streak of two days. but it was for the show of someone absolutely worth it... so it might not count.

sometimes you're just an object to me.

full out amber alerts for my sweatshirt of absolute comfort from a couple posts ago.

maple leaf rag. 2nd grade, fuckers. get over yourself... nah... i love that kid.

i will accept your repayments at any time. make it worth it.

also, you're a story ruiner. just because you read my blog doesn't mean you can't pretend haven't heard it.

just buy my beers until forever because my patience is valuable and gas isn't cheap.

special note: this post was written sober, added to after drinking, and finished after sobering up... work with me.

in a fit of awesomeness, i went out with best friend and rx with girlfriends in tow for drinks and dominoes. mostly drinks, but after reviewing the photos this morning, apparently there were some dominoes in there too.

we met up at riprocks to see some soul kitchen. i was digging it more than usual and talked to a stranger in a less-awkward-than-usual fashion.







we drank a little more at cool beans... the whiskey starts... and i'd say that my emotional level is at about a 4.




welcome to best friend's bathroom. also, if you take pictures like these and don't delete then, this is what happens. readers, meet rx.





tx is amazing. i can't wait to sit and chat with her and drink wine and sew and cook and make out... i mean... cook. whatever.





i had no problem finishing this baby off. i heart canadian whiskey.




rx likes to pretend that he's emo. i think he pulls it off.





tx has taken a particular liking to my titties and pretends they look like this...




later, my emotional level increased to about a 9 and rx and tx were about as awesome as physically possible and drove me to their futon and back to my car in the morning... well... late afternoon... i'm over it.

as of today's game, carlos gomez ((swoon)) is the third youngest player in mlb history to hit for the cycle.

did anyone else catch the interview/articles of ozzie kissing major ass on the twinkies? just how we're always fun to watch and the way we play the game and whatnot. nothing i didn't already know. but i agree that gomez's career will definitely be epic. i'm already waiting for this years new spread of topps cards so i can frame him up with my other greats. ((bert blylevin, paul molitor, brad radke, kirby puckett, and of course.... wally the beerman))

tonight was something of a different sort. i chilled with brothers and sons at the pourhouse and applebees. loud but chill and too much laughing and drinks... again.

drama ensued when jxnumbereighty-five went through my texting inbox while i was in the ladies room to find texts from homeboy. something about boys i'm not dating becoming ultra-possessive over other boys i'm not dating makes me frustrated5000. maybe i should have had more to drink.

mengtar was all kinds of different sorts last night. best friends tend to do that to her.

i met up with best friend at cool beans and the guy who i watched change his shirt in his car who is also is congratulations was playing a keyboard and singing ((complete bballa style)) some kickin shit like ween and gomez, who i have recently taken an extreme liking to.

best friend and i danced our best friend dance and got some non-ballers to dance with us and that was almost just annoying because then they were blocking the view of some of the best friend and mengtar dance fan viewers. whatever.

i ran into jxlx who i hadn't seen in ages and i returned the shot that he bought me forever ago. we also briefly discussed some shizz that may currently or may about to go down.

also, i talked to strangers and they were girls even! look out, fry street, this won't happen again for months at least.

bitches need to call back so i know they're not gashed and raped in gutters. the both of yas!

wow... commenters are so funny. and original. also, you're not invited to my birthday party.



xmas went well. i was feeling less than festive because i had started and finished a bottle of merlot while doing some holiday baking and painting the night before... THEN went to cool beans for beer and shots and to play darts with best friend. also, i apparently met another jx who texted me after i left asking if we could "hook up" that night. i didn't even remember responding. good thing. upon my bar arrival i ran into a girl from holiday inn and a couple old movie tavern people. it was good catching up with that crew.



update: the new jx just texted me asking if i had a myspace... some people just got no game.



i played fight night round 3 on 360 with some work dudes. we had a few drinks and got wicked-high. ax was over-complimenting and kx was creepy-party-dude the whole night. later i realized that it wasn't because they were so high, but because they wanted to get me into a threeway with the snake. i might have been willing. kx has a 60 lb boa that is incredibly badass. i carried him around for a while... then i lost circulation in my arm and he started breathing heavily on my neck... done and done.



and the coming out of the woodwork award goes to.... sxrx!! glad you're well. good to hear from you. for the unaware, sxrx is a fellow rice-kid and a percussionist. he stole a marimba from st. cloud state university once. but he got caught. one day the cops showed up and his dad called me and asked if i knew where he got the marimba and i got all nervous and shifty and was all "uh... i don't know". apparently when he went to court, he just had to give it back and write a letter of apology to terry vermillion. i like his name so i will use it. i imagine the letter sounding like this:

dear terry vermillion,
i'm sorry i stole your marimba.
love, sxrx.



homeboy and i saw sweeny todd last night. AMAZING!!! i don't remember smiling so much during a movie... wait... yes i do... i'm not there... damn... but it was still amazing! great performances, amazing music. AND jxeightyfiveorwhatever was there with his crazymx so i had to do some ninja vanish moves until we left the theater. there were a couple close calls. i mean, god forbid i would have to actually SOCIALIZE!!! ((gasp!!)) i'm a complete dork and loser yet soo much cooler than anyone you've ever met.



this is what i look like when i'm dressed for success.



after the movie, we finally got over to ax's new bar, the texas eight ball. we shot some pool and drank some beer with the company of the original ax. also, he covered our tab. i might have to go back to fucking him if he keeps that up...



apparently cx moved out. huh.



i don't remember getting THAT drunk last night... but i know i woke up with no panties... this isn't supposed to sound insulting or mean that i don't like sleeping with you, but i have no idea if i had sex last night.