You can’t take GH anywhere, really. Sunday alone, the day of the Lord, we almost got into 3 fist-fights on account of his mouth, his disdain for etiquette and his inability to observe the “personal space” rules. First off he pissed off the lady with the pomeranian about Clark Howard of all people. We were at a bbq hanging out and the pomeranian lady starts talking about how she volunteers for Clark Howard and how stoopid the people that call the show are and Habitat for Humanity and the people with “bruised credit” and blah, blah, blah and out blurts GH: “I hate Clark Howard.” The conversation got even better after that: Iraq and all. The pom lady said how glad she was to have talked to a friend who is in Iraq working for Halliburton, how now Iraq is so much better off ‘cause people have toilets and such and out blurts GH: “Yeah, my whole family’s dead but I have a toilet!” I went inside to look for more shrimp after that- there’s no salvaging that conversation.
To round out the day of the Lord we ended up at the closest thing to church on a Sunday, The Earl. GH proceeded to violate the tattoo guy’s personal space. The tattoo guy who claimed to have “been on the scene” for 10+ years was sitting next to GH and had an intricate maze sleeve and GH thought it a good idea to actually touch the guy. WTF? The tattoo guy said he’d let him “slide this time” but that etiquette calls for NEVER, EVER touching or lifting someone’s shirt sleeve without asking. He also said that they’re having the best ever opening party this coming Friday and that GH would regret not going to the opening party and not having a VIP invitation to the grand opening and also that East Atlanta needs a tattoo shop where there is a high concentration of Highly Skilled artists because then East Atlanta will become a destination for tattoo getting people- yet another milestone for the cool place that is East Atlanta I imagine.
I know there was a third almost fist-fight I just can’t remember what it was anymore. All I know was that the plan, which sounded really great at the time, was to make it to the village early for a drink so that we’d all be home early since we all had to work on Monday. Well, early turned into after midnight I think and our neighbor ended up throwing rocks at a parking sign for no apparent reason other than he could I guess. He called earlier today apologizing for throwing rocks like a third grader.
I know that before we got too intoxicated to speak coherently, the new neighbor and I discussed shelf-life. Shelf-life is an interesting concept, mine particularly is about a month, two if in limited doses. But what are you gonna do right? It’s another one of those built-in things about people. The new neighbors claims that his is about three days but he’s wrong- he’s been around for like over five days already and I still think he’s pretty cool. The one's whose shelf-life is shortening at an alarming rate is GH's- he better watch hisself or else he's gonna end up in the divorcee category again, and there is no taking back someone after a second divorce is there?
To round out the day of the Lord we ended up at the closest thing to church on a Sunday, The Earl. GH proceeded to violate the tattoo guy’s personal space. The tattoo guy who claimed to have “been on the scene” for 10+ years was sitting next to GH and had an intricate maze sleeve and GH thought it a good idea to actually touch the guy. WTF? The tattoo guy said he’d let him “slide this time” but that etiquette calls for NEVER, EVER touching or lifting someone’s shirt sleeve without asking. He also said that they’re having the best ever opening party this coming Friday and that GH would regret not going to the opening party and not having a VIP invitation to the grand opening and also that East Atlanta needs a tattoo shop where there is a high concentration of Highly Skilled artists because then East Atlanta will become a destination for tattoo getting people- yet another milestone for the cool place that is East Atlanta I imagine.
I know there was a third almost fist-fight I just can’t remember what it was anymore. All I know was that the plan, which sounded really great at the time, was to make it to the village early for a drink so that we’d all be home early since we all had to work on Monday. Well, early turned into after midnight I think and our neighbor ended up throwing rocks at a parking sign for no apparent reason other than he could I guess. He called earlier today apologizing for throwing rocks like a third grader.
I know that before we got too intoxicated to speak coherently, the new neighbor and I discussed shelf-life. Shelf-life is an interesting concept, mine particularly is about a month, two if in limited doses. But what are you gonna do right? It’s another one of those built-in things about people. The new neighbors claims that his is about three days but he’s wrong- he’s been around for like over five days already and I still think he’s pretty cool. The one's whose shelf-life is shortening at an alarming rate is GH's- he better watch hisself or else he's gonna end up in the divorcee category again, and there is no taking back someone after a second divorce is there?
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I'm confused..... What?
You want a divorce but then you still want me to walk your dog and take out your trash. The tattoo guy was a drunken idiot. I am writing a letter to Miss Manners to ask her - what the etiquette of tattoos is when you are sitting at a drunkfest bar? Reckon she knows. Nope ! ! ! Thats cause there is none. You are one to state that I argued with the George W. Pomeranian stupid woman. You just hadnt had enough beer or you would have ripped her ignorant ass a new one. Your right though - there was no reason for it - but dont claim you havent done the same thing. Everbody was drunk that night - it had been a long weekend. Maybe I said too much -but you keep giving me material!
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