I fucking despise St. Patrick's Day. So it's ironic enough that I chose to listen to the Pogues on my way home from work. But it's even more ironic - if there are degrees of irony - that they put me in a great mood. I don't know why that is. Maybe just being bitter and spiteful all day has lifted my spirits. Maybe I'm subconsciously reliving the joy of one of my more epic bails. Whatever it is, I'll take it. I've been kind of down the past few days. I needed a lift. Between the Pogues and getting absolutely shitfaced tonight, things are looking up for ol' Hotrod.
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That bail occurred right after I stepped on the scene, and I loved it. That's when I knew you and I were going to be the best of pals.
Posted by: CarrieNation | March 17, 2010 at 09:07 PM
I am so glad to have finally met another aficionado of a well-played bail. It's an under-appreciated art form. It means so much to me that I'm also willing to pretend that I knew then that we would be best friends forever. Instead of, oh.... August 2009.
Posted by: hotrod | March 17, 2010 at 09:28 PM