So I know I promised you all an example of Shadow Tarot, but this weekend provided me no time for that.
Funkycracker was in town, you see, for the past two weeks, and this past weekend he and I drove to his native Pheonix so he could move home. Then I drove back home.
I think I'm changing what I'm giving up for Lent to driving. I'm pretty sick of it.
Saturday night was spent in an Irish bar called Dubliners, where we enjoyed many drinks and some excellent Irish music. Big Daddy Spankbottom joined us for the evening, and as much as I would love to have made the funniest comment of the evening, the award goes to Spankbottom for this classic line: "[Funkycracker], could you turn around, I don't want any of your disgruntled herpes to abandon ship and land on me."
Not that Funkycracker has herpes, or anything... But if he did, he'd have earned it... the slut.
What shocked the hell outta me, is when I got back to Southern California, it was hotter than it was in Pheonix! What the fuck's up with that?