So, it has been brought to my attention that some bloggers think that some bloggers (me) are only (homahgah) popular because they are drunks.
I mean, I guess at one point I was all nahhhh, not me, I haz no poopular but then I woke up this morning feeling like I was flirting with death and so maybe there could be some truth behind that one.
Last night I agreed to go to Kobe, one of those Japanese steak houses where they cook on your table, with some of my friends. Surprised I have some of those in real life? Yeah, me too. Me too.
I put on some hooker red lips and Instagrammed them, so Raven could judge me openly, and then I went on my merry way to stuff my face with as much noodles and steak drenched in a questionable white sauce that I could.
And by noodles and steak, I really mean multiple saki bombs and one scorpion drink I swear I can still taste this morning.
We were pretty ecstatic about said scorpion drink. I mean really, look how excited we were...
It even had a flame in the middle.
Which, come to find out, was actually a shot of 151 set on fire.
Yes, we drank it.
And I have the headache this morning to prove it.
Why I thought all of this was a good idea on a Thursday night is really beyond me.
All I know is that the onion volcano is a real class act.
When they set that stack of onions on fire I lose my shit.
Like a kid at Disney meeting Mickey for the first time.
This post is hardly worth posting, as it really isn't going anywhere, but I really wanted to show off that onion volcano.
And talk about how I
look feel like I got hit by a bus this morning.
And how I don't care that Justin Bieber tickets go on sale in 30 minutes.
Also that I devoured a 3 count Chick-n-minis this morning and they rocked every inch of my world.
Oh, and heart shaped rice is pretty spectacular.
Maybe I am just a
drunk lush blogger after all.
Screw "lifestyle"... Lush it is.
I don't get drunk, I get fabulous. Wait... that was supposed to go up top wasn't it?