a tale of two shirts

well, this sucks…

…it’s (checks clock) 3:42 am, and blame my joblessness, moneylessness, or womanlessness (which combined with ME’s vegas wedding on saturday has me in a bit of a mood) and i’ve been up since 2am after chasing down two tylenol pm with some bourbon at eight and passing out at ten thirty. three and half hours later i was up, my mind wouldn’t shut-up so i could go back to sleep, and here we are.

sometimes it really sucks to be me. moving on…

saturday night i did the beer and movie thing at shane’s place. through some stiff lobbying i had gotten the convenience store i pass on the way to his place to start carrying the 22oz guiness singles…

(which i used to get over near the ex apartment of the now ex non-girlfriend, which is one of the few occasions where two negatives (EX ngf, EX apt) do not make a positive, at least from the beer procurement sense of the word – although with the two “EX”‘s and the fact she was the NON-girlfriend, i guess that’s actually THREE negatives, so math was right after all! thank you second grade!!!)

…anywho, when i went to ring up the clerk said, “ah,two guinesses for the irish man, eh?”

i kinda freaked out on him (sue me, been stressed lately – see reason i’m up and typing this at (checks clock again – 3:47am)…

what, so i’m buying to big ass guiness, er go i have to be irish? if i was buying two big ass coronas would that make me HAVE to be mexican?

(the two mexicans behind me laughed, partially due to the punch line and partially due to the fact that, despite the stereotype, no self-respecting mexican i know actually drinks corona – that’s more for skinny white sorority girls…)

the clerk, without missing a beat, just said “um, no…” and motioned towards my shirt. looking down and seeing my reflection in the window behind him i saw the design…

which was funny, since i’m not the fighting type and had just worn it to kinda rub it in shane’s face, ’cause i’d told him about it pre-st. patrick’s when i had originally seen it, but then gone back and picked it up POST-st. patrick’s ’cause we can wear this any day of the year and it still fits…but at that point was $7 versus the $17 before the holiday.

i suppose it coulda been worse. the shirt i was wearing the day before when i was hanging out at harold’s place?

which was worn in case i had to deal with another dickhead tow truck driver. but no such luck, thank christ – but if i’d been wearing this, would the clerk have expected me to buy two forties of colt 45?

(wow – that almost offended me! okay, just before 4am – time to post this puppy and TRY and get some more sleep…)