Sick as hell and bitter it's Sunday and the liquor stores are closed.

Damn dry county. It's a festive holiday, let drunks weave in and out of traffic on foot! Me and Brian had an awesome evening planned. We were going to first go eat at China Star (since we starved today we were thinking 2-3 plates each) then to a Hinder concert. Honestly, I wasn't all that enthused about Hinder, I like Industrial/EBM type stuff, but for him it was a piece of home. After that, we were going to go off and drink at my favorite little hole in the wall, the Atomic Lounge.

But alas, my sister's wife got what my friend Tereza calls "ebola". Ebola to her is any catchy infection that will make something run and something hurt. Anna, said sister's wife, decided to not wear her mask around my immuno-suppressed mom. Thankfully, mom didn't catch anything, but I did.

So I'm terribly bitchy, my nose burns, my throat feels like it was orally raped by a kodiak bear, and my mom tells me to eat a cough drop. Luckily Lolly brought over some codeine cough syrup she had hidden from Anna, and I can't feel a damn thing.

Now, I want to get drunk. I have a bottle of traveler's butterscotch schnapps but nothing apple flavored! A can of apple fanta and that, it's like Christmas time. I discovered this odd mix when I was sixteen, and it made me pass out. My favorite drink of all time that I wish I had the ingredients for is a melon sour. I know it's a soft drink, but god, it's like friggin' candy.

Cheers to all you lucky bastards who don't live in dry counties!

(ps, a dry county is a county that doesn't sell liquor. We do sell liquor, but only at specific times and on certain days. Jesus didn't like the wine I suppose.)