Day 244 — Cox
[for Saturday, Sept. 1]
Coxynoodlenose (okay, where did that nickname come from?) came back to the 'Boro for some face time over the weekend. We whooped it up at the Campus Pub, which is a seedy little joint on Greenland that offers dollar beers and a foosball table lit by a billiard lamp shaped like a NASCAR car. I don't remember too much, except for being my usual obnoxious drunk self, and finding someone's phone in the bathroom and trying to dial someone named Cindy and someone named Precious. At 1:30 a.m. Neither Cindy nor Precious had the wherewithal to answer. That's probably for the best. I also have a vague recollection of finding a bit of hamburger in the cab on the ride back. And of JR and Cox singing a subdued karaoke rendition of "Louisiana Woman, Mississippi Man." Aw, I think they were sad that the night was coming to a close.
This is a terrible picture, but all the good ones were taken after midnight and by people who are not me. So they don't count for this little artsy-fartsy project (day 244: holy crap, I'm nearly within 100 days of being done).
Good to see you, Cox. Have a safe trip back to the land of low humidity and observed civil rights.
Project 365
Coxynoodlenose (okay, where did that nickname come from?) came back to the 'Boro for some face time over the weekend. We whooped it up at the Campus Pub, which is a seedy little joint on Greenland that offers dollar beers and a foosball table lit by a billiard lamp shaped like a NASCAR car. I don't remember too much, except for being my usual obnoxious drunk self, and finding someone's phone in the bathroom and trying to dial someone named Cindy and someone named Precious. At 1:30 a.m. Neither Cindy nor Precious had the wherewithal to answer. That's probably for the best. I also have a vague recollection of finding a bit of hamburger in the cab on the ride back. And of JR and Cox singing a subdued karaoke rendition of "Louisiana Woman, Mississippi Man." Aw, I think they were sad that the night was coming to a close.
This is a terrible picture, but all the good ones were taken after midnight and by people who are not me. So they don't count for this little artsy-fartsy project (day 244: holy crap, I'm nearly within 100 days of being done).
Good to see you, Cox. Have a safe trip back to the land of low humidity and observed civil rights.
Project 365
Labels: Cox, friends, Murfreesboro, project 365
posted by theogeo | 9/03/2007 12:01:00 AM
2 Comments:
I'll take credit for that nickname, Lindsey Poodlebutt.
THAT'S right. Of course. Can you make me a list of all the variations on that? I think by now there have to be at least two dozen.
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