Bedtime for Davey
What is it about Air Devil's Inn that makes me want to fight? I'm not 100% convinced it's just ADI, but this phenomenon has happened there more than once. After a night partying around town, you can always tell when it's time for me to go to bed. I exhibit one or more of the following behaviors:
- Insisting that people are staring at me, challenging me to fight, "That stock boy at Kroger was staring me down. I outta kick his ass. Punk-ass bitch."
- Strongly encouraging everyone around me to get involved in some physical (and usually illegal) activity. "Hey everybody, let's shoot Roman candles at the Seminary across the street" for example.
- Start babbling nonsensical diatribes at a high volume, "It's all about the circumlocution of Chewbacca's rasinettes....mutha fucka!"
- Argue with people over stupid shit, "You woke me up this morning and I'm still mad at your waking-people-up-ass asshole! You're a mean woman. You go to hell and die...woman."
What dumb shit do you do that signals bedtime after partying?
posted by Dr. Chingasa at 8:56 AM
2 Comments:
My time for bed indicators? Laughing at your shit and secretly hoping your wife can't talk you out of starting a fight with a stranger over nothing.
I appreciate this level of paranoid hostility, and respectfully submit that you CAN occasionally kick shit out of mo-fo's even without the partying.
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