It was the drink glasses that had starfish and little fishes with a sprinkle of glitter floating in water that started the frenzy. Armed with two Twenty dollars off coupons, I bought eight. They're made of plastic with a space in between like double pane windows where the water, glitter, and the fish and starfish floated about. Had to have.
Needed an ice bucket, half off and eight plastic wine glasses, in glimmering colors, all in plastic. Some small and large plates and a serving dish for chips and dip. A new shaker that came with all the bar tending doo-dads, opener, skimmer, tongs, I've got all the shit to get hammered real proper now.
Too bad it's wasted on the old. The youngest person will be in her mid-fifties and she looks younger than that. Everyone else is sixty and above. Not that they can't drink, well two can't but the rest can and do.
I was going to get plastic throw away crap but this stuff is easy to clean and re-usable. I'll look so cool and eco-friendly. After the Titania experience, I needed something to jazz it up a bit. I did mow the lawn, sort of, at least where the grass was growing the highest. And with this plastic stuff, there's no worry of some old codger dropping their glass or plate and then lacerating themselves on the cut shards in their broken hip fall.
Now I need to vacuum and plug Betty's ass so she won't tooth paste shit near the back door. The damn dog has no excuse now, the fucking door is open and the bitch still shits in front of it. Where the fuck are the terrorists when you need them?
They came in today. I saw, for the first time, the brother and a younger man with him. A son looking type of guy. They didn't look over even though we both drove up at the same time. Me, from my shopping spree and them, from some terrorist cell hidden deep in the city. Okay, you think I'm joking. Why then do they drive an old piece of shit in need of a paint job when they have two other fashionable cars to drive? It doesn't stick out. It looks like maids going to work or cobblers to their shop. What the hell is with these people?
Juanster and Caryl are coming over to ride with me. Gad, poor me on a bike going to the Corner Bakery and with all that vacuuming to do by Sunday.
Is the terrorist son at least cute?
ReplyDeleteWe had cute at one time. The, White Punks on Dope. And they were very cut. Fast cars, speedboats and parties. They had hot friends too that had fast cars, speedboats and parties.
ReplyDeleteParties on a Tuesday at three in the morning. Parties on Friday going to Monday. I remember one cute guy yelling at the top of his little lungs at three in the morning about the fags and the sand-niggers in the hood.
Just lovely.
Nope, this guy is not white trash cute, more like an Eastern orthodox studious look.