Happy Almost-Canada Day!
I'm wishin' it early because ..
Hey, wait a sec. I have tomorrow off. Pardon, as I pillage for boozes momentarily.
(pillage, pillage, pillage)
Alright. Here's all I could find that wouldn't totally mangle me: I just got me some Bailey's on ice with a splash o' milk. It's really not a cool drink. No matter what the sexy, slow-mo good-to-the-last drop commercials might try to make you believe.
No cool person in the movies ever orders a Bailey's. It's always a straight shot of vodka or a heady wine or malt scotch in a lowball, know what I'm sayin'? If you drink girly drinks in a movie, you're the first to die. You're a character actor.
If you want a meatier, more serious career - pick a role that has you drinking something more interesting.
Know what ordering a Bailey's says? It says, I'm a bit of a feeb with a sweet tooth, you could definitely take me in a slapfight and I probably have a tramp stamp on my lower back.
I don't have a tramp stamp by the way. But I do have a lamewad dolphin tattoo on my ankle. This is for another day when I feel like talking about being 18 and dizzy with power.
When you're sitting at home on the eve of the country's birthday - you should probably be havin' a good ol' fashioned brewskie. Then crushing the can against your forehead. But - we make do, friends, we make do.
I haven't had multiple days off in a while. And so, this 4 day weekend has been utter fabulousness. So, I'd best not mar it now with further bloggin'.
Just stopping by to cheers y'all in honour of the nation's 141st birthday. Happy Canada Day my little White Rabbits (x3). Talk to ya soon.