My social drunkard ways & days have been reduced to these, & I swear I can't even finish a measly bottle. The last time I got Zhy & Rissa to try out vodka mudshake with me (with the wrong choice of pulutan unfortunately), I had to make them drink up the rest of my ration.
I've found my new placebo, though — with keywords like MAGIC. ERISTOFF. FOREST FRUIT. SPRITE. ICE. CHILL. BLUE. GREEN. YUMMY. CALMING. OHGODOHGOD (haha!). BAH. I just wish there was any other information about it so I could show it off. It goes way up high my list of much-wanted-but-fckn-hard-to-find indulgences.
The most interesting bands for me so far are 3 Colours Red, My Vitriol, Coheed & Cambria (no wonder some of the kids I used to hang out with online were crazy about them!), Dishwalla (they surely have more offer than Counting Blue Cars), & yep, even uh, Swing Out Sister (I didn't realize I grew up with their stuff big time — my favorite being Forever Blue & their "LA is a great big freeway :P" rendition. No shit. & I hope to discover more great lounge tracks, while I'd dare myself to try out New Age (read: spa-worthy) music.
Overheard a lot of rather funny things last night but I might as well forget about those. I'd rather ponder on my bleak, rocky future.