Well, I just got my new check card in the mail last week and decided it was time to go on another night on the town, aka: Tour of Booty! Sounds like fun, huh? WRONG:
bleh... well I started out the night going to the formally swanky and reclusive jazz club called "4620". Or it used to be before they started advertising now every 30 to 50 year old yuppie couple goes there and it just gets too balls crowded.
Anyway, I guess I stumbled in on "chain smokers night" or something because I swear I could only see 2 feet in front of me because there was so much damn smoke.
I probably lost about 5 years from my life. Mother fuckers...
Anyway, the band turned out to be a really shitty cover band and the actually play fucking Rocky Top for crying out loud! Rocky Top! Gotta love Tennessee.
I got the hell outta dodge smelling like a giant ashtray and my left eye was completely blood shot. Don't know why it was only the left eye, but it looked pretty damn gross.
Next stop was downtown in the Old City. Well when I got there, I saw about 12,000 cars lined up to go in. I said fuck it and quickly did a u turn and once again got the hell outta dodge.
I went on home after going to the store and buying some cookies and passed the fuck out.
Now I remember why I don't miss the "nights on the town."
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