I MEAN IT.

We are all dude girls. This means that we are normally the lone girl in a sea of dude friends. Tonight it was me D S and K. We shot the shit for... four hours? PBR, Jameson, Beam, Summit, Abrasive, Powers, more, bring us! Here's cash. I'll get this round. You're going in? Mine on the rocks.

Dudes are way better than girls for a large number of reasons.

Show me your craft. Let's talk about movies. How about grass fed cows vs corn fed cows? Huffington Post says what? That bitch has to go. You spilled your beer on yourself, man.

Cab rides with chick cab drivers. "Desperado" blaring. Want to text Sugar and Mandy... probably too late. Holy shit did we close Mackenzie's? We did, they gave us plastic cups. Here's $8.

We are bonded together, me and my male counterparts. It feels so good to work with dudes again. You understand, right?

Out of the races and on to the tracks

Vacation.
Parents.
Sun.
Fun.

I suppose I'm having a good time. I've been drunk or buzzed most of the day. How do retired people live like this? I woke up at six fucking thirty this morning. Damn my morning job. I've been in a haze of kinda drunk/tired all day up until about nine pm (11pm MN time). And now, all of a sudden, I'm fucking awake. So, after consulting a few trusted allies through text message, I have decided to get druuuuuuunk. Why Not? Im on VayCay, Haaaay. I am drunk, but I can still tell this blog is superrr lame and not really cohesive. But. Do. I.
Care.?
No.




Good.
times.
Ps, I might be back later.

pps, im not even proofreading this before i publish! Some times I am such a bad ass.

I Broke a Rule.

Yep.

Rules of this unruly blog are of my very own creation and I broke a cardinal rule. I deleted a drunk post. Making mountains out of molehills is basically what Spill the Blog posts are about, and I decided that the mountain I had crafted had become too high, thus deleting. I promise to put something much better in its place.

I solemnly swear to never, ever, ever break this rule again. Forgive me, my lush friends.

xoxo,

Anniemosity

what never was

What happens when old friends feel like strangers? What happens when alcohol no longer lubricates uncomfortable social situations? What happens when everyone is tired and wants to go to bed at 10pm?

We might as well be dead.

MMMMMMM

I have some multimedia treats for all u bloogers

so this is the bacon infused vodka!!! cant wait to use it in a bloody or bacontini!!!!

and a great meal to go with the bacon infused cocktails...

and for some desert.....

Annoyed and Satisfied. Summer is approaching.

I went to Ampersand’s new place of employment last night, as she said at the other semi colon’s birthday she works every night except for one night that wasn’t last night.

She was not there working. Instead a boy with plugs in his ears and what looked to be matching dimples was there where our Anniemosity should have been standing, leaning perhaps, it wasn’t incredibly busy.

My boyfriend and I decided to stay for a drink anyway. As I was looking at the awesome cocktail list, boy behind the bar interrupts my description reading to say, “I know what you want.”  He then points to the first drink on the list and says, “You like cosmopolitans right.”

I gave bartender dude guy boy a perplexed stare. I guess my crimpy hair from the removal of a dozen braids, and the vintage grandma cardigan, and the torn knees in my jeans, and the man accompanying me wearing a hoodie without a shirt underneath just screams, “I want the girliest fucking concoction on your menu!”

Dude annoyed me even though he had those dimples.

I went with the Maker’s and ginger of course, as I am obviously a modern day gypsy hippie. I’ll have to say though, I was much less annoyed when I was served a rectangular plate with a lowball of ice, a lowball with 4 ounces of whiskey in it, and a little glass bottle of very gingery ginger ale (that is only served at this particular establishment in the entire state as bartender guy informed me) upon it. I was able to play bartender and mix the ingredients to my liking. It was like two drinks, so the $8 price tag didn’t seem steep at all. My boyfriend got a tap beer.

Everything was going great. Then I saw an ‘old friend’ around the bar. Mostly we were never really friends and just had a mutual one and were never complete bitches to each other. We chatted a minute. I guess she works there too. How unfortunate for our dearest Anne, girl is fucking crazy and should be avoided. Yeah, our chat was just a bunch of crazy shit she is up to that I don’t give a fuck about, but do because it involved our mutual friend that I do give a shit about. My boyfriend knew who she was too, and had some other crazy stories to share about her later in our evening.

I do like this bar and restaurant, and will definitely go back there when I’m sure my real friend is working so I can give her my money.

After all of this oddness, my boyfriend and I went to the 7^th St. Entry and saw Toro Y Moi and they were fantastic!

I can’t wait for summer. Rooftop patios. Fireworks. Nature walks. Sundresses. Blah, blah, blah.

Bitches Brew

Sometimes if feels so good to talk some good old fashioned shit.

Here are some funny pictures.





It's 7:30 and I'm drunk. I work at 6am now.