I have found the wonders of "Three Sheets" through my husband Michael through his coworker Dave... and I must say... holy shit, I should thank Zane Lamprey for my embarkation on this wondrous journey of reborn alcohol lust. I must say... I have always had a soft spot in my heart for beer, and he has only enhanced that spot. He travels the world and drinks beer and makes fun of people, yet at the same time celebrates people, and it leaves you feeling whole and buzzerific. Sometimes I feel this warm glow of embarrassment when loud Americans go to other countries and I witness their antics on television. Not Zane. Something about him... Perhaps his willingness to quietly make fun of himself, perhaps his willingness to try anything without pretending that he likes or dislikes it... makes me curiously attracted to his persona.
So now I am an advocate of Three Sheets on Mojo. Honestly, I have never even heard of the station, but now I want to go to Brussels because of Zane. I wonder what his wife is like. I bet it would be fun to drink with them both. Because if she could put up with him I bet she is a cool mofo.
Here's to cheers in all its glorious languages. Here's to drinking, having fun, smoking out, living large, and generally living it up. Because after all... We've only got one life.
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Oh, yes my dearest friend I too found Three Sheets to be wonderful!
I give thanks Michael and yourself decided to share it with me. hahahha
Went out to a pizza joint/bar/club last night to hear an old friend beat drums with his old college band, "Kings of the Killer Fish."
They were jammin' but damn this bar was packed with southern fools (some not so foolish.) I am sorry. Shit I was born In Chattanooga TN. Anyway, what I am trying to describe to you was my need for a good brewski (Fat Tire closest local good brew, local as in Ft. Collins Colorado) and the fact this bar was hoppin' with mad crazy people trying to get their Bud Light (not dissin, my daddy drings the shit) or their gin and juice (I broke out in song after I pushed myself gracefullly to the front of the bar found a man getting up popped in his seat and began to sing, "Sippin on gin and juice," the man next to me responed, "laid back with my mind on my money...," you know it my friend....I cannot, do not want to remember anything about grammmar and punctuatuation at this time. I ask you to please hang in there and I hope I can continue with this lil story.
Seth is playing, talking, wanting to change out the movies, the volume isn't even on...hehehe.
Okay all i was trying to say is if I were a bartender and the place was crowded I'd want to believe I'd be enjoying myself. These two girls (yes only 2 finally this dude came out and helped a miniscule amount) weren't making too much eye contact with anyone, not really smiling and moving pretty damn slow and as I said the bar was packed Melissa, worse than the Boom Boom Room the night we saw Boomshanka sippin'gin and tonics with lime...yum e!!! Well I know I became a bit boisterous I mean I was enjoying myself, the vibe (for the most part southern people are truly unique) I know I told them to serve em up quick, I needed a Fat Tire, i have my glass i tip well, I gave good positve things to say. I met some guys that said nothing worked I ve tried... Well i tried and I was able to get in there fairl guick the second and third time. Oh anyway...crazy bar scene a lot of white boys and girls.
I know a couple of times I just enjoyed myseld so much I thought I never care if I meet a man again as long as I can feel like this. Just quietly laughing at yourself is fun. Well i will be honest I just thought about my eagle scout boy who sleeps on his futon in a sleeeping bag...I wrote you that, yeah?!! I fell in love!!!
"Warm glows of embarrassment" my tatics are pretty honest and humorous i feel, I'd love to meet this man, Zane and his wife. Good times for sure!
Ohh long night functioning on very little sleep. Must drink some more water and do a lil cardio today, a lil yoga, maybe a walk/ jog after seth takes his nap, pretty damn cold though have to jog or walk reallly fast. I love you.
I hope my grammmar and punctuation hasn't been too difficult to comprehend, I am not functioning at my capacity...do i say that, is that right my capacity. Oh I need to get out of my folks house it's driving me to want to take a zanex. I love my mom and dad. it's really my mom ahhh!!!Ashville North Carolina is calling my name. Ryanne and Brent already said that I can come live with them when they get a bigger place and stay ujntil I get a job and a apt....I reallly thinking about it Mels. I long for my own space again...well my own space Seth and ME!!!!Whoopeee
Oh you better write some more I am addicted once again to typing. Peace Donielle
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