I just got home, and it’s 1:54 AM Saturday night. Or actually, Sunday morning. Which means it’s the start of a new week. Which means I can post a new “Brick” quote.
Interesting fact about Brick before we proceed: If she drinks a Red Bull when she first gets to work, she doesn’t complain about how tired she is for the rest of her shift, but it makes her pee for like five times an hour.
She doubted her nickname tonight, by the way. “Sometimes I think you call me Brick because I’m dumb as a brick,” Brick told me.
“No, that’s not true,” I replied. “My friend Clay nicknamed you Brick because you’re built like a brick house.”
She seemed like she wanted proof. “I’ve been staring at your ass all night,” I told her. “You have black underwear on.” That convinced her I was telling the truth, and everything was fine after that.
And now, on with the quote.
Tuesday night we were at the Saucer playing trivia and two of the stars of this blog, Brick and the Nuh-Uh Girl, found themselves in the same place.
The two of them got to talking, and Brick learned that the Nuh-Uh Girl is Jewish. So they got to talking about Hanukkah, and Brick asked, “That goes on for twelve days, right?”
Twelve Bricks a-thinking… eleven bums a-bumming… ten Brittneys texting… nine pigeons crapping… eight Scratchys scratching… oh hell I’m too drunk to come up with another seven days. I’m going to heat up a Jimmy Dean sausage biscuit that I bought at Walgreens today, then crash. If I feel like breakfast food in the morning I may change things up and try the Silly Goose $7 brunch buffet.
‘Tis the week of Hanukkah, good cheer we are bringing… this holiday we celebrate by dancing and singing… gather ’round together, the Brick-a we’ll do… then join in a song that our forefathers knew…
Too rdunk to walk the 30 feet to bed… the living room floor is looking like a seriously good option right now. More posts in the morning if not ridiculously hung over.