Mel

What is it with holidays?

First 4th of July, now St. Patty’s Day.

Mel

Liquor in the front, Poker in the back…

Break-ups fucking suck. They suck even more ass when you still find yourself dwelling, shit not even dwelling, but even a fleeting thought crosses your mind a year later, it could wreck havoc. Click “Naked, Drinking Coffee” for the male perspective of getting dumped and the healing process (aka: lots of alcohol) a year later. Excerpt from NDC: What pisses me off the most is that I still think...

Mel

Guess who said it…

When speaking of someone with a not-so-much personality: His personality is drier than my cooch.

Mel

There’s a new guy in town

Grand Openings in the Warehouse District to make your entry-way into Spring a little less snowy: FLO – a new twist on your nightly drunken binge! I saw the take-out and late-night menus yesterday. All I can say, is Panini’s you’re going down! Made-to-order omelets, an “Elvis Special” (which, by the way, is a PB-J and banana/bacon combo sandwich), AND open until 4 am on...

Mel

And another one…

Potential Suitor: Do you date short, chubby guys? Me: What ever happened to the question, Are you dating anyone? Let’s start there. Short, Chubby Guy: Everyone uses that line… well, are you dating someone? Is this really a LINE? Me: Yes. S,CG: Would you ever date a chubby guy? Me: Yes. And especially if they’re funny. S,CG: I may never date you, but you’ve made my night. Later on...

Mel

What Happened?

Here I am: Welcome to age 28. I spent a fun night bowling with friends for my birthday. Thanks for the AWESOME Cold Stone Red Velvet cake. It made the birthday complete. To be continued… I have been sober for 26 days.

Mel

Birthday Excuses

The statement of the evening at Liquid/Fusion last night: I’m Spencer, but you can call me Spence. It’s my birthday, and I like your boobies.

Mel

Buckin lil Broncos

Mid-week Weekend Wrap-up:  Friday night was totally PIA for the Art Museum function; oddly enough, I ended up at a few downtown bars. Change of scenery was overdue as I hit Blind Pig (I always love the live bands) with my “birthday posse” in tow. Even more odd, it wasn’t my special day, but shots were toasted anyways. Next bar for the evening was the Velvet Dog… I honestly was...