With Every Beat of My Heart

I got a call yesterday...on the landline (I promise I won't become tedious about the whole phone thing)...inviting me out for the beer bust. I was bemoaning the idea because my last memories of the beer bust are not so good. But, I was bored and kinda Tivo'd out, so I gave in and went. I walked over to the Badlands and met H, who had a cold Rolling Rock waiting there for me. We grabbed a seat on the wall and watched music videos and stared at the twinks.

I only intended to have a couple of beers and then head home, but as always happens, I noticed the time and got real cheap and said, "hurry, drink up so we can get a couple more in before cheap beer is over." They're a buck fifty before eight, so, instead of the self-imposed two-beer minimum, we ended up going through at least five apiece. I even had to run around the corner to get some more cash in the middle of it all just so we could keep going.

I enjoyed it, and as before, I liked the videos the most. There were a couple of cute guys there, but not really my type anyway. But they played, among others, Taylor Dayne, Bananarama, and a remix of "Xanadu" with clips from the movie, which did bring quite an extreme gay inhale and a tear to my eye...silly.

I got home around 10:30 p.m., and went to bed promptly thereafter. I woke up this morning at 8:00 a.m. with no hangover, but I'm extremely tired. Not drowsy tired but exhausted tired. Thank goodness there's nothing for me to do today. I can sit around and be lazy for a while.

Gosh, it's such a great, rainy Monday.

I was silly enough to write this at 10:56 AM