we started off on the machines. i broke even. jessica wasn't so 'lucky'. one thing we realized (which is extremely strange for the crown) was over the sound system, it was the xm version of radio disney. jessica was telling me about the black eyed peas' new single and there is a line that says 'mazel tov' within no context of the song. i didn't believe her until that moment. (side note: i used to love the bep: their first two albums were considered underground rap - until will.I.am sold out and got that tweeker chick fergie. will, you said it best- "money is a drug and mc's are on it.") so, the selection had to change. we did the humane thing and dumped 10 bucks into the juke. it was the right thing to do. i chose a block of duran duran: kicked it off with "come undone" and "hungry like the wolf". boom. we felt much better after achieving jukebox dominance. darts ensued: the series was tied at a 1-1 record.
our era of good feelings ended when we were subjected to the unlv grad student beast.
i tried to ignore her, i really did... but when we heard "and like, and like" every two seconds over simon le bon admitting he was 'on the hunt and after you', it was too much. such gems included: -
"i'm a grad student! daddy pays my rent!"
and -
"i was a hot fucking mess, i had sooooo much to drink." (she was the only head there who didn't have a pint in hand- i call bullshit.)
crestfallen, jess and i left the dartboards and twitterjousted. we both got obsessed with a patron eating hotwings, (at one point in my beersoaked brain, i thought it would be fun to punch himand run off with his plate) so we paid our tab and headed to buffalo wild wings and gorged ourselves on 45 cent wingies. my stomach is still reeling from it.
mazel tov.
-dan
dan and jess, slightly toasted. (yes it's blurry)
no, i'm not vomiting; or getting anally penetrated. (mark!)
they must have known we were coming. there's going to be an accident.
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