While you were at home catching up on the latest Eduard Khil remix, for the first time in an embarrassingly long time, we went out on a school night. (It’s hard out here for a couple of 9-5 workin’ pimps) It was my buddy’s birthday and bingo night at Mayday. My boyfriend won his very first bingo game, whose prize was a gigantic Ziggy mug filled with PBR. I may have made a monstrous screwdriver in it last night. The hot dogs there are fantastic and come in a homemade PRETZEL BUN people. I can’t stop thinking about how much I want a thousand more pretzel buns.
Weather did not cooperate this weekend for any outdoor activities. Bike wheel is still in ye old shoppe anyway.
We spent our Saturday like a pair of old ladies waking up mega early and getting breakfast (at Mokka in Newport) and antiquing most of the day. Don’t judge. We just wanted some ironic art for the crib. We found very little, but we laughed at a lot of stuff and pointed out all of the things we had in our childhood. Bummed that I tried on a vintage girl scout uniform that was too small for me. Pumped that we got some more furniture at Red Polly.
When we got home I got Chibama rockin’ and we did a little work around the house before going out.
As the common idiots that we are, we did not eat dinner and drank a bunch at the Mockbee for our friend’s cd release. We got in there, got our picture taken by a weekly, got drunk, and got out. We didn’t even stay for the band, which is a bummer but for the best since I shellacked the apartment floor with vomit later in the evening. Officially christened the new crib!
Rolled off the mattress on the floor and got some brunch at Mayberry on Sunday.
My french toast with apple butter was good but bf’s biscuits and gravy were lukewarm. I thought the side of tater tot wackserole was decidedly weird and ultimately not tasty but the boy killed ’em. Matter of opinion and strange cheeses.
We spent the our afternoon exploring the west end, checking out those buildings we be seeing from the highway like Young and Bertke: Building With the Robotic Man that Moves That Totally Shaped Our Childhoods and other neat stuff.
You may have noticed that this week is missing our traditional trip to The Rookwood, but I just wanted to save up for their St. Patrick’s Day pig roast. Is that going to be fun or gross orrrrr….?