Wild Turkey and Vicodin...

...it's not just for breakfast anymore.

So, I ended up at a small, yet groovy party at some big ol' house in Mt. Lakes... a chick I know was babysitting for some Rich Folks. The basement lounge was equipped with not only a billiards table, a foozeball table (sp?), and an air hockey table, but also with an Indiana Jones Pinball Machine! (There was also a "Shadow" pinball machine, but that movie sucked giant, hairy moosecock)

Plus, many a round of "Asshole" was played. I actually won the first game, and My Reign was Merciless (and regrettably brief).

Good times.

We had to vacate the premesis, since the Rich Folks are due back early Saturday. Now I sit- belly full of bourbon, head swimming with Happy Thoughts (God Bless you, Vicodin), listening to some Fantomas.

I'm reminded of a song by Blind Melon:

"Life ain't so shitty
There's a lot that you can be
And ain't it a pity
But its alright to smile back at me
And if we both go there
We can count on problems that we might not necessarily
Come in contact with
Hey wake up
do you know where I'm coming from"

"Life ain't so shitty
There's a lot that you can be
And ain't it a pity
But its alright to smile back at me
And if we both go there
We can count on problems that we might not necessarily
Come in contact with
do you know where I'm coming from"


Yeah, Blind Melon.

Badass.