M.I.A.

the st.patrick's day parade on lower greenville is always fun. i enjoy watching people attempt walking after they're consumed enough green beer to float their car keys. so Emilie and i go, 1- b/c Em's sister lives down there and they have a party every year and B- b/c Em's sister lives down there and we have a place to park (which is nice). so we go, we drink beer here, we drank beer there (i'll skip the part where i wore blisters into my feet due to the insane distance we walked to get to the effin bar). so we get to the service bar or rather 'The Service Bar' get a free beer, we are cute, and then like the wild twenty somethings we are- we head home by 10. yeah, we're animals. but here's where the wild truly begins- we make it a blockbuster night. we make our selections and as we are leaving there is one of those lame-ass ginormous signs for a new blood/guts/gore games and Emilie says , and this is a quote, "that is the stupidest name ever- god of qwar' only it wasn't so much Qwar as it was an omega symbol and just war- not only does this illustrate the creative jean-ee-ous of my best friend. and i'm reduced to a laughing mess and the sour apple sweet tart i just put in my mouth tries it's damnedest to come out of my nose.
we're sitting at the light- laughing- enjoying the moment that only we truly know and she outs me- 'yeah... you're gonna blog about this, aren'tchu?"
...i have no idea what she's talking about.

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