|Sent on:||Saturday, May 26, 2012 1:31 PM|
How the hell are you? ---And WHO the hell are you? Since we're strangers -- maybe I shouldn't even ask! And what the hell am I DOING on a holiday weekend writing YOU guys an email when I'm supposed to be grilling meat with my dysfunctional relatives? It's one of those tricky weekends. I'm not GAY enough (translation: cool enough) to party with my gay brother. I'm not boring enough to sit and eat cheesecake with my fat aunt Sally. And I'm not alcoholic enough to get totally obliterated with my insane cousins.
If you're doing nothing this weekend...maybe that's a GOOD THING.If you're grilling and swilling booze with friends and relatives...then I hope you're hangover dissipates by TUESDAY, so you can start DRINKING with STRANGERS at Nunu's.
Some of you ask me retarded questions like...."why don't we meet at Nunu's every month???" Clearly Nunu's is our favorite hang-out, but too much of a good dive bar that has the cheapest drinks on the planet and nice bartenders is just.... too much! Think of it, people.....IF we had constant fun at Nunu's our lives would be ruined! We'd turn into pathetic barfly booze whores.
So we usually meet up there EVERY OTHER MONTH.
If you cant make it this time around---we'll see you next time...or the time after that, or years and years later when we're really freakin' old and senile. I won't know who the hell YOU are...but I also won't know who the hell I AM...and none of it will matter because we'll still be Drinking with Strangers...
See you soon!