Sundays.

Back in Lake County. As always on Sunday I high-tail my ass [and/or schlepp --> thank you Rae-Rae] back home from the city after weekend shenanigans [thank you Loren].

Saturday consisted of

1 Birthday Cookout
2 Bombs (one "Irish Car", the other "Jäger")
2 Successful Wedding Gift Purchases
1 Drag Show
1 Engagement

and 1 Black & Mild

Now usually... Sundays suck.
I get through them with comfort food and TrueBlood (HBO Series). If you're not addicted, shame on you- you're missing all the way out. For now I won't go into detail about my adolescent study of Anne Rice & Bram Stoker, but I warn you-don't go posting something stupid after this. My pitch for this show is so fucking good, HBO should pay me. Or at least give incentives- you know like credit unions: "For every person you get to open an account we'll give you 50 dollars on a Home Depot gift card ..."

True Blood: 5
Twilight: 0

Love you Lafayette.