I Could Have Been a White Trash Bride
Hey ya'll how's it going? Ok that's about as country as this girl gets - except when she's had 4 cocktails, 2 LITs, a shot and a beer. Miranda updated you on last Saturday night's debauchery but she wanted to let me tell my part of the story myself - and if you're used to my classic weirdo stories this one won't let you down. Miranda and I had a couple of drinks at her house and then headed out to a very....unique bar in the city where she lives. To give you an idea of this place I'll try and set the scenery - the gravel parking lot is full of pickup trucks, SUVs covered in mud and harleys - the bar has no real entrance you just basically take your chances and pick one of the several nondescript white doors, kind of like russian roulette - many of the bar's patrons were over the age of 55 and several were sporting applique Christmas sweaters - a skeleton riding a harley and flipping off the patrons was their idea of decorating for the holidays - ...