Random drunk people quotes

For once I actually stuck to my plans last night. Went to the Lantana Projects art show, which was EXCELLENT. That was one of the best art exhibits I’ve been to, ever. Great collection of works, great space and good use of it by the artists, interesting people mingling, good background music. Thanks Lantana for a great time. After that the gang went to E&H, and once Nate got his bar open Otto and I went upstairs and hung out. Then I went home, changed clothes, and went on to Raiford’s. Unfortunately I timed it a little late this time – my typical Raiford’s agenda is get there an hour ahead of the crowd and down a couple of forties so I’m in the mood to dance by the time people show up. Well, last night I got there at 12:30 and it was already packed. By the time I finished my second 40 it was after 2. Oh well. At least a woman grabbed my ass last night. Wait, it was Paula, she grabs everyone’s ass.

Random quotes from drunk people I encountered last night:

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“Bartender, I’ll have a car bomb, please.”

“Feeling your oats tonight, are you?”

“I’ll be blowing oats later on.” … Then he paused for a few seconds and added, “By the way, Oats is my dog’s name.”

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“Oh my God, I can’t believe I’ve never tried a Soul Burger before. This is SO good. It’s like a burger-sized Krystal!”

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“They’re getting their Soul Burgers to go? Won’t that give it time for all the gunk on them to congeal and stuff?”

“Oh, they’re just taking them around the corner to their condo to eat, it’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, but they’ll have the LIGHT on in there!”

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“If you put Skittles in most beer, it tastes like ass. But I’ve heard that if you put Skittles in Lowenbrau, it’s really good. Skittlebrau. Look it up, I’m sure it’s on Wikipedia or Urban Dictionary.”

(Well, whaddaya know. There it is. And guess who invented Skittlebrau – none other than Homer Simpson.)

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It’s my birthday! Time to go get drunk! Also celebrating birthdays today: Mickey Mouse, and The Romanian Sensation. Also, Sam Cassell, point guard for the L.A. Clippers, shares not only my birthday but my birth year as well.

If you feel like making a charitable donation in honor of my birthday, buy Scratchy a Coke or a candy bar the next time you see him. Don’t give him money, I don’t think he knows what to do with it. If he asks for money, it isn’t the real Scratchy, but New, Improved Scratchy, who actually isn’t an improvement at all.

Been working on my “trip down memory lane” post, a look back at Downtown hangouts that have come and gone since I moved down here in early ’02. I’m having a lot of fun with it and it’s going to be one of my longest posts ever. I’ll be done sometime this week, so check back.