So I decided to do the painting I have been wanting to do for about 6 years, but never got around to it. Everytime I watched Frasier, I was in love with the painting by Daphne's room. So below is my interpretation that I completed this evening.
Now, I am really bored cause my baby cakes is out with his friends at some guys hunting retreat thingy, blah blah blah. Which means they are playing poker and getting drunk. I think the only reason why I could not go is because they know I would kick every one of their asses at poker.
So everyone gets a really long blog tonight.
Last night me and my 7 girlfriends went out for a happy hour which turned into an all night bar thing. We walked into this overly crowded bar. Of course all 8 of us wanted to sit together, but all the booths were taken. When we were looking around we realized there was a booth that seats 10 was being occupied by two men. They were looking at us but never once did either of them offer us the booth. Whatever happened to chivalry. So we stood there like idiots for 20 minutes until a booth right behind them opened up. About an hour later, one of the rude guys came over to our table and offered to buy us drinks. We were already mad because they were hogging the large booth. A few of us told him we were not interested cause we were taken. He then took the ring that was on his right hand and moved it to his wedding finger and explained to us that he was married, but when he goes out moves it to the other hand. As if that is gonna get any of us to like him any more, but he was not finished with the explanation and informed us that two married people cancelled each other out, so it did not count. DUMBASS.
But we had fun, turned down a couple of drinks, and watched a bunch of girls rock out to Pussy Control, ie the whore song.
Now, I am really bored cause my baby cakes is out with his friends at some guys hunting retreat thingy, blah blah blah. Which means they are playing poker and getting drunk. I think the only reason why I could not go is because they know I would kick every one of their asses at poker.
So everyone gets a really long blog tonight.
Last night me and my 7 girlfriends went out for a happy hour which turned into an all night bar thing. We walked into this overly crowded bar. Of course all 8 of us wanted to sit together, but all the booths were taken. When we were looking around we realized there was a booth that seats 10 was being occupied by two men. They were looking at us but never once did either of them offer us the booth. Whatever happened to chivalry. So we stood there like idiots for 20 minutes until a booth right behind them opened up. About an hour later, one of the rude guys came over to our table and offered to buy us drinks. We were already mad because they were hogging the large booth. A few of us told him we were not interested cause we were taken. He then took the ring that was on his right hand and moved it to his wedding finger and explained to us that he was married, but when he goes out moves it to the other hand. As if that is gonna get any of us to like him any more, but he was not finished with the explanation and informed us that two married people cancelled each other out, so it did not count. DUMBASS.
But we had fun, turned down a couple of drinks, and watched a bunch of girls rock out to Pussy Control, ie the whore song.
I also must give you some advice to give gentlemen in Texas...In my clubbing days, my friends and I would arrive early and stake out a large table for ourselves and order drinks and many club sodas to put around the table to make it look like a large group was sitting there...sound familiar??? BUT, when a group of women came in together, we would INVITE them to share our table..even if we got nothing more than a handshake and hello for our troubles, the gals always sprang for a couple of rounds of drinks in gratitude for a place to sit...Seems simple enough to me...