Me and my martinis OR manic up
I am getting a lemon drop martini in about an hour. It will be the best lemon drop of my entire life. Pablo (hopefully) will make it, and I will soak in all of Beacon’s glory.
Stevie P. and I are going and anyone is invited to attend who also needs a drink and knows us well enough to show up and have a drink cause it might be weird if I don't know you...unless you wait another hour after I've had seven.
This evening I am drinking to: Delay (peace out MF), the fact that it's almost Friday, a weekend of (hopefully) gambling and lewd behavior, to Kyle's new blog headshot and that he gets the girl, to Roberts and how totally screwed we all are, to the girlfriend, good eats, sparkles and underage driking, the girls who drank with us before at Beacon, to 18 year old TAP and hipsters chics and bands, keepin it in the family, fantasy blogball, to steaks and gents, trading cards and old men, to being mellow and most of all, tanner days ahead.
May the past be prologue tonight, my friends.