Just make it two bars instaed of clubs and I'm in heaven. Clubs really have too much BS going on, getting in the way of my drinking. I'm a simple girl. Just give me a dark hole in the wall, a stool, a bottle and a jukebox.
spaciegirl wrote:Just make it two bars instaed of clubs and I'm in heaven. Clubs really have too much BS going on, getting in the way of my drinking. I'm a simple girl. Just give me a dark hole in the wall, a stool, a bottle and a jukebox.
There's definitely something to be said for keeping it simple.
spaciegirl wrote:Just make it two bars instaed of clubs and I'm in heaven. Clubs really have too much BS going on, getting in the way of my drinking. I'm a simple girl. Just give me a dark hole in the wall, a stool, a bottle and a jukebox.
You want the whole bottle? Wow, you do have alcoholic dreams!
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I don't hang with a crown who needs to "go dancing" ever.....we drink and we talk. A few of them like karaoke, but I refuse to go for fear of ending up on stage loudly screaming "Midnight Train to Georgia"..which, I am certain, would be my inevitable fate. I looooove singing, but I think it needs to remain in my car.
spaciegirl wrote:I don't hang with a crown who needs to "go dancing" ever.....we drink and we talk. A few of them like karaoke, but I refuse to go for fear of ending up on stage loudly screaming "Midnight Train to Georgia"..which, I am certain, would be my inevitable fate. I looooove singing, but I think it needs to remain in my car.
Erm.... yeah. I have many foggy memories of being on stage with groups (luckily I haven't been drunk enough to do it alone) singing random songs. That would be why my ringtone is Don't Fear the Reaper. Ah, drunked nights...
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When in doubt, go straight to sex. --Jack Coleman (HRG)
Mirage wrote:Our drunken karaoke song was always "Friends in Low Places." I have bad memories of being trashed and shrieking that at the top of my lungs.
The only problem withthat is you can't use your drinking glass as an instrument (I have a fever! And the only cure is more cowbell!)
FuturePeter is my make believe boyfriend.
When in doubt, go straight to sex. --Jack Coleman (HRG)
Mirage wrote:Our drunken karaoke song was always "Friends in Low Places." I have bad memories of being trashed and shrieking that at the top of my lungs.
The only problem withthat is you can't use your drinking glass as an instrument (I have a fever! And the only cure is more cowbell!)
Hee!! That sketch/joke never gets old!
We also did a lot of show tunes. I remember singing along to some Grease song with the bar drink. *sigh* The good old days...