ungh

thanks pitt for a fabulous nite that ended in me and fil fighting instead of just going home when we should have, ha, looking at these pictures right now combined with the gut rot i have, i feel like barfing. no more shitty sports bars!

hahah

total office affair goin’ on here, she’s early 20’s, he’s a billion, and it’s 11 at nite, at a casey’s, come on people!

pitt insisted on eating my hot pepper, and fully regretted it. can you say spicy spew?

makeup malfunction, no matter i was the only good looking chick in that fuckin’ place.

classy i know right? the bartender said i could not take a backed chair from the bar to our little table, i said uh are you serious? (our table’s proximity to the bar is that of pitt’s height, short, short proximity ok, (i have ALWAYS done this in the past before no problem) so this dude instead of being concerned with the comfort of the paying customer WHO IS THERE he is focusing on the “MAYBE” customer WHO NEVER SHOWED. about 8 backed chairs remained empty at the bar for the majority of our time at the loose moose, when finally i passive aggressively switched one with my stool (my ass is still hurting) and the dj saw and likely told on me, when i went to the bathroom i told fil that if he takes it back ask for the bill immediately and yes i am making it a “thing” – sitting on a stool in a crappy sports bar with crappy booze selection, prices, and food, does not encourage me to stay very long or even enjoy myself, take a note of that fuckface bartender.