Bomb Shots

I hadn't been out on the town in awhile, so I decided to make my way back in this past Saturday night. I made some discoveries along the way:

Apparently chest hair is making a comeback. I saw enough tufts of chest hair peeking out of button down shirts to last me through the winter. I'm all set, guys. Thanks.

Bacardi and Diet Coke tastes like gutter water - or what I assume gutter water tastes like. I used to drink that stuff like my life depended on it, and I thought I'd try it again for old time's sake. Gross. But you know I had 4. Low carb, and all. Soak it up while it lasts, Barcardi and Diet! People are eating bread again.

I can't believe this never occurred to me before, but it struck me that one person buying a round of shots for a group of people is pretty ridiculous. Especially when it's 8 people. Especially when O-Bombs cost $7.50 each before tip. Especially when he barely knows me. Oh, I'll take it. I'm no fool.

The cab that took me home had a TV in the backseat. I watched clips of Conan on the way home. I can't believe we need to have TVs in cars. I know it's a way to advertise, but where do we draw the line? I'm kidding. It was awesome. It was the most fun I had all night.

On the career front, I've had the pleasure of participating in some pretty interesting projects. This one takes the cake. Go check it out:

www.torkrevolution.com.

Silliness.