Christy works at a bar in deepest Fairview from time to time to pick up a little extra dough. This Friday they threw her a little birthday party. I’d never been there. It’s completely amazing and divey and I was dying for a beer the whole time. In fact, I feel like a superhero for not having one.



I was real popular playing pool and I finally understood that it was because dudes were enjoying looking down my shirt. Actually it was refreshing to have someone try to look down my shirt.

I didn’t get the hoochie memo.





On Saturday I went to Game Day at Flo and Dean’s. Fucking blast.



We played backgammon and croquet and cornhole and getting shitty on moonshine. Person X brought a gallon of Popcorn Sutton moonshine. ( I had none of course. Total tragedy. I did taste it.)



Also we played this hysterical relay race in which you have to shuffle down with a plunger between your legs to your teammate who has toilet paper between their legs and achieve coitus.


This picture features cheating.

Laura and me worked really hard setting up a tent for me, but then someone said that girls on the rag attract bears. So dude, I crashed on the couch.