$1 Drink Night

Last night Alesus, Eric (of TCS fame), and I went to W. Night at the Townhouse.

W.  Night means dollar beverages, lesbians with short hair, pretty black girls, hip hop, and hot messitude.

Oh, and midgets:

Compare his leg/shoe size to the girls standing nearby.

After a Taco Bell trip, Alesus and I went back to his place where his cats made sure I had an allergy attack.

Ick.

We watched half of the movie “Run Bitch Run” which is as awful as it sounds. It is the type of exploitation movie that the Grindhouse films parody, except for being funny, it is just trashy. No, actually it was beyond trashy. Here is the trailer. And no, the trailer is not remotely work safe.

Halfway through the “movie” my cat allergies got to me and I dipped home.

I was exhausted when I got home.

I felt like I had just gone through a senate confirmation hearing. I worked 10 hours that day, felt nauseous from the taco bell, my feet were bleeding from my fierce Aldo shoes, and I danced so hard at the Townhouse that my shirt was soaked through. It almost felt like a Miami night…almost.