This is my Friday night. After a 60+ hour work week, a Friday night weekend stayover in Springfield, MO, this is what happens. A few Makers Mark on the rocks at the Doubletree lobby Houlihans and some dinner, then I walk out with a bottle of wine, courtesy of my expense account. I now lay in bed drinking wine out of a paper Wolfgang Puck coffee cup. This, my friends, is what I do.
As a side note, there is a teenage girls sports team (I am guessing volleyball?) roaming/running/yelling up and down the halls of the executive level hotel top floor. I do not know why they are allowed up here or who they could be with, but they will soon get a middle aged, shirtless, tiny man yelling at them from a doorway to shut the fuck up.
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Also, I think these little whores are smoking cigs in an adjacent room becuase when my AC blows it smells like smoke. Fuck.
How do you sign up to receive a notification when people post on this new format? There used to be a box to check. What the fuck? Fuck.
fuck.
Post of Year Nominee. Mark it 8, Donny.
mark it 7 dipshit. this ain't esquire queer fire.
fuck your Friday. my sunday rivaled a run from thermopylae to marathon polished off by laetitia costa in a small showering space. you shoulda pillaged several small sexually advanced smurf volley tennis pros.
On Friday at 4:57pm, all the electricity in my neighborhood went out. World 2.5. I decided with the neighbors that if the lights didn't come back on by 5:30 we'd go get drunk at a local bar. We did.
Around 9pm, some random acquaintance chica invited us to sit at her table with group of unfriendly Costa Ricans. They tried to tell us that their friends were coming and not to sit with them too long. This enfuriated me.
We sat with them for about 10 minutes and after having the same inane conversation I have 5 times/week about how I came to Costa Rica and how I learned Spanish, the indifferent, shallow girl asking me the questions said "So, what is your favorite part about Costa Rica?"
I said: "Explaining to people where I'm from every day of my life. (pause) Oh, and the roads."
I then looked at my friends and asked "Are you ready to go yet?"
We got in a cab and the driver was mad that we weren't going far. He had been sitting there doing nothing. I asked him to explain what the fuck his job was. I gave him a 35 cent tip (good money here).
Came in door at 10pm. At 10:06, power went out again. Pure Life.
gnarly. and precisely on point about why most humans absolutely suck balls sacks. meanwhile l.a. is gorgeous and the people are actually not all that terrible. pura vida.
Williams. Awesome. Very. Awesome.
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