Bitter Wives Club

Ahhh the holidays. Went out with some friends last night. There may have been tequila and beer involved. I spent the whole day in bed- mostly due to an eye infection and NOT a hangover although my dad was convinced it was because of the alcohol. Dad: Coco- the key is not to pee too [...]

WTF. ♦Dill pickle chips. Look, dill pickle is an excellent flavor for say… pickles, but it’s not great on chips… even Pringles. I will not grocery shop hungry. I will not grocery shop hungry. I will not grocery shop hungry…¹ ♦H1N1.  This goddamn swine flu is becoming a major pain in my ass.  I’m literally [...]

Note: To fully appreciate this post you must first have read The Freaks Come Out at Night: Part 1. Weekend Two. Helen of Troy lives dangerously close to the drunken depravity that is Mini Mardi Gras.  Like, within walking distance.  Naturally I had to go and at least observe.  So me, H.O.T., Dos and Doc [...]

Down where I live, October isn’t just about Halloween¹.  No, it’s a magical time of year that the locals call “Mini Mardi Gras” (which I now refer to as “Mardi Gras for old people”).  It takes over our small town for the last two weeks of the month, and with it comes the strangest group [...]

Do you ever have one of those moments?  One where you just get a flashback and go-”WOW, I was really dumb,” ?  I had one of those yesterday.  I’ve already shared the lovely story of college boyfriend/fake ID supplier Lance Bass, and conveniently left out the story of the pro-baseball player who now works at [...]

In regards to my “cream cheese on breakfast bagel” incident (which was disgusting BTW), I’d like to share a couple of El Diablo’s creations. Here are the recipes: Macaroni and Cheese Sandwiches — Grab a beer. Prepare Velveeta mac & cheese as per package directions. Add in sliced green onions. Take Jager shots with friends. [...]

…to lyrics by the great George Michael. [Setting: Party bus rented for Martinez's 21st birthday, I'm shit-faced and superficial, El Diablo immediately hates me.] El Diablo: “Well, it looks like the road to heaven, but feels like the road to hell…” [Setting: We party at El Diablo's house and he's starting to realize that I'm [...]

Viv asked me to tell the story, so I will. I am warning you, Lance was not a shining example of my good judgment. The short version of the story… Lance was a first class tool. But I suppose you want the longer story… Here it is (to the best of my recollection- remember this [...]

When Coco and I were away at our out of state college, we made friends with a fraternity. That’s right — an entire fraternity. We may have dated a couple, but nothing was as great as Coco dating the jackass that got us our fake IDs¹.

So I was pretty hungover when I woke up this afternoon, and what better to do than go grub?  LB and I hop in the car and go to a place I’ve been wanting to go since I’ve been here (okay that’s only all of two weeks but whatever).  It’s called Bobalu’s Southern Cafe.  (Huz [...]