How to Save a Saturday Night
Of course, I didn’t use Kris as an escape route to re-find my lost wit and sarcasm and basic brain functions. And also not because Peter knows M-E-T-H-O-D Man, but because this is a person who I have enjoyed since the beginning of my blogging days. Off I went, solo. I should mention that I always go solo to blogging events and it will be a cold day in hell before I tell my real world friends about hanging out with people from the internet. Obviously if I’m drunk, I’ll eventually end up murdered and hanging from a flag pole at Union Station. My mother is still convinced that one day Amy will kill me and she’s just using Noah as a pawn. Regardless, I went solo and was dazzled by the people I met.
This story-or narrative or crap ass writing-wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t mention that I am automatically smitten with anyone who has an affinity for wine, Salt and Vinegar chips, the aforementioned Peter Sarsgaard and Moe’s. It also helps if you slide up to me and whisper “come here often?” while I’m waiting for my drink at the bar and/or you stick your finger in my ear when you notice that my tragus is pierced. That my friends, is love.
Thank you Kris, for giving me a few more days on this earth and not killing me. My parents really appreciate it. Also thanks for introducing me to your lovely friends and the awesome Amy, who really should think about starting a blog. This mostly based on the fact that she says "moisturize the situation" and "maintain the sexy". Oh and also for the compliments. No, I love you more.
*my favorite little Moe’s tidbit, besides the fact that they have tofu as a meat option, is that they have awesome names for their burritos and salsas. Like ‘Art Vandalay’ and ‘Who is Keyser Salsa’**
**I have a terrible Keyser Soza story. In that, I made my brother tell me who Keyser Soza was before I had actually seen the Usual Suspects in its entirety. Thus the reason for why this is in tiny letters at the bottom of a post. I don’t want to get yelled at. Yes, it’s one of the biggest regrets of my life. Well that and the time I used Nair to get rid of my widow’s peak.