I don't know what rocked more about Friday night.
Was it my fucked-up-ness, the most fucked up I've been in this calendar year? Nah.
Was it the AC/DC cover band I saw? Ehh, been there, done that.
Was it the raging drunk new secretary for the company who grabbed my hands, put them on her boobs and said "warm me up?"
Sorry, not even that.
It was a piece of clothing I noticed on a club-goer. A crisp, white clean tshirt with a bright neon orange logo in the middle: FOGHAT.
My ultra-cool song of the day: Roxy Music, "Both Ends Burning." Everyone needs to know this piece of music.
Was it my fucked-up-ness, the most fucked up I've been in this calendar year? Nah.
Was it the AC/DC cover band I saw? Ehh, been there, done that.
Was it the raging drunk new secretary for the company who grabbed my hands, put them on her boobs and said "warm me up?"
Sorry, not even that.
It was a piece of clothing I noticed on a club-goer. A crisp, white clean tshirt with a bright neon orange logo in the middle: FOGHAT.
My ultra-cool song of the day: Roxy Music, "Both Ends Burning." Everyone needs to know this piece of music.
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Ahhh, those nights always rock.