Last night at trivia had a vibe to it… like something was going to happen. You could feel it in the air. Little things kept happening that seemed to portend bigger things to come. I forgot my wallet. A drunk girl brilliantly explained how she was a fantastic singer because she played clarinet in middle school and her dad was tall. But what did it all mean?
What it meant was, the Miller Lite Girls were in the house, raffling off quite a kickass prize. And after obediently buying a pitcher of Miller Lite (twist my arm) and receiving raffle tickets, and having Trivia Guru Bobby read one of my tickets’ numbers, it all fell into place.
World, prepare to have thine face rocked.
I won an electric guitar.
Oh, but not just any electric guitar, mind you. Oh no…
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I’m supposed to be waking up in a little over six hours for golf. Early rise on a Saturday, but it wasn’t supposed to be this early. My sleeping patterns have been a bit wierd lately; I’ll get home from work and sleep from 7-9 or something. Despite this, I never unintentionally wake up in the middle. Actually that’s not accurate. I do in fact wake up relatively regularly (but only once a night) but it’s just long enough to trod to the fridge for a quick nip of ginger ale and then back to sleep. Not tonight it seems.
Speaking of which… Sunkist doesn’t have the same refreshing *aaaah* at weird hours of the night that ginger ale does. Nothing does, in fact. Last time I was at Kroger I decided to shirk the Big K Ginger Ale (only 53 cents with your Kroger Plus Card!) for a 2-liter of Sunkist and a 2-liter of Mountain Dew. Why I don’t know. Both are too sugary and both, as I mentioned before, lack the sufficient *aaah* factor. I think it’s because of the syrup. Ginger ale goes down smooth but Sunkist has that “thickness” like milk or OJ that kinda clings to the back of your throat and instead of making you fall back asleep it makes you want to hock loogies over your patio railing.
Maybe this is why I don’t write more to my site… Do I do my best work in the wee hours? Don’t answer that.
I’ve returned with a glass of water. Especially nice are those trips to the kitchen in the aforementioned wee hours that culminate in a meeting with Blattodea fervently searching for silverware to lick before scurrying underneath the microwave.
I can feel decision-time coming on… Try to go back to sleep? Try to introduce Mr. Cockroach to Mr. Flat Surface Of A Bed, Bath And Beyond catalog? Try to find that secret chord that David played which pleased the Lord?
Here goes nothin’…
