Dudes, I’ve told the rest of the internet about this, so now it’s your turn: the top 100 rap singles of all time. Featuring the greatest two-song mixtape ever invented, ‘Jump Around’ by House of Pain followed by ‘Simon Says’ by Pharoah Monche. I LOVE IT.
So, on the way to Gasthof for Oktoberfest on Saturday, a piece of my tooth fell out of my head. It’s not a big piece, and it was attached to a tooth with a filling in it, so I’m guessing that’s why. And though it doesn’t hurt, I’ve taken this cue to actually choose a dentist and go. I’ll be seeing Dr. Moustache far too early Wednesday morning, and oh, sweet jebus, I really cannot wait. Also, when I picked my dentist, I had to go find his picture to make sure he wasn’t the other dentist in the Medical Arts building, the one who let the cavity progress into my brain and start that whole codeine episode. It was not awesome, and it’s the reason why I’d actually prefer prolonged jury duty and a bonus pelvic exam over a trip to the dentist. Anyway, Oktoberfest! We started with Cindi, added Matt’s parents and aunt and uncle (with Popcorn in the trunk), subtracted Matt’s relatives, then added Wendy. And, dudes, if you have not tried snuff at Oktoberfest, you’re missing out. It’s like Lysol for your sinuses. I could smell things two counties away. Once things became intolerably crowded there, we headed to Grumpy’s for food. Klein and Stephanie came by for a while, and then we headed to the 90s. We hadn’t been dancing in at least 13 years, and it was time. We obtained beverages from Wendy’s nemesis, then went downstairs to the hiphop dance floor. Cindi instantly had a dude grinding on her ass; he was so persistent that she had to leave to go smoke to escape him. While she and Matt were outside, Wendy and I named him Nickel, because he was no 50 Cent. We went outside for a while and had an extremely enthusiastic conversation with a dude who works for a women’s hockey league. Then it was time for more dancing, and we left shortly before close because we are smart, and apparently there was another Nickel on the prowl. Here’s the double-edged sword of drinking at the 90s: yes, they do indeed have the strongest drinks on the planet, but you have to choose them very wisely. A glass of Jack Daniels with a tiny, tiny amount of Diet Coke in it tastes far worse than just drinking it straight. BLECH. In the parking lot, we picked up some hoes. I mean, hose. Ask Cindi; it was her idea. Yesterday, I donned pajama bottoms and we went to Klein’s for several hours of chillaxation. There was the Brett Favre coronation ceremony on TV, and then we played poker. I’m not very good at poker, but I’m sometimes lucky, which means I only lost eight of my twenty bucks. I think Matt ended up doing pretty well, though, and that means he should probably buy dinner tonight. Dear work, please slow down. You’re making me crabby. Everything else, stay just as you are. Jenni