The Clash (and the early afternoon after)

Another Thursday, another hangover. I went to my first Clash of The Titans last night. It was my first because they used to be held on Tuesdays, a night that I work (and probably the one night of the week I haven't taken off in ages). I was really excited because it was The Clash vs The Ramones, two of my favorite bands. I was annoyed because it didn't get started until close to 10:30, but I got there before 9:45 so the entry was free so I suppose I have no reason to complain. The show was decent though the band covering The Clash wasn't nearly as good as The Ramones, though in The Clash's defense I would think covering The Ramones is a lot easier job assignment. I left just after midnight just as The Clash were starting their last song. I was bummed that my favorite Clash song wasn't played. "Straight To Hell" is not only my favorite song from The Clash, but it's probably one of my top three favorite songs ever. I'm not one to list and rank such things so I can't be completely positive it's in my Top 3, but it's most definitely up there. So I left and met Jackie at Ruski's, later joined by Krister, for a couple of pints to finish off the night.

I also had an...interesting...text exchange with a lady I have had the fortune of meeting recently. It may have become awkward, though it hasn't on my end. But she has yet to get back to me today so I don't know what's going on with that.

Another Thursday hangover remedied with water, ibuprofen, and a hearty, yet a bit overpriced, Ruski's breakfast. When I got to my favorite watering hole/breakfastery a crazy man was waiting for the bus, with a few things to say to the world...
"Mark is fucking us public school teachers over! X-P-5-H-17!"
"This Bud's for you!"
"God bless the Coast Guard!"

I'm off to work soon, a slave to The Almighty Dollar. Monday and Tuesday were average, if not slightly better than average, days money-wise, but yet I still feel a bit let down last week's hot streak hasn't carried over. Here's hoping the last half of my workweek is fucking tops.