Wonderin' why christmas missed us

Last night was a good time. I helped Bob screen print shirts for his comic-con in Ohio.
The shirts have a T-Rex head on them (which is sweet)
on three of the shirts, especially for Rory we screen printed the words "Be Cool"

and now the story of "Be Cool"
(Please keep in mind all of this story has been re-told to me. I was intoxicated at the time, but it comes from a very reliable and sober source. Everything in Italics I remember... anything else... well...)

Saturday night after drinking at Ray's Happy Birthday bar, we meet up with Rory and his lovely sister (Who I will have to apologize to for the rest of my life.) The both of them were already pretty loaded off of a bottle of tequila, but joined us for shots.
We decided the leave Ray's and go to the worst bar in Philadelphia, The Dive. (The one good thing about The Dive is Pat is friends with all the bartenders, so the tab stays low. There is a whole group of us. We have the now regulars Shane, Rachael, Pat, Curt, and myself with the addition of Rory and his sister, all TORE at The Dive, where we begin to do shots of Jager and drink cheap beer. Rory and Shane are drunk enough to be head butting one another, and Rachael and I are just having a good time. The DJ at the Dive was a friend of a friend Drew. He starts playing classic rock, and several prime wing-ageddon songs. So we all get a little excited and start stomping out feet on the ground.
This is the first time we almost get thrown out of the Dive. We were stomping so hard that plaster was hitting people at the bar on the second floor. So we calmly apologize but continue to rock out... And this is where I sort of have lights out.
To continue, Everyone starts to get louder, and it is getting close to last call. Rory decides that he is really upset by the notion that there is no way for anyone to drink more at the bar. So he tries to jump on the tables. But he doesn't try to jump on a chair and than to table, He is trying to clear floor to table. What in reality is happening is that Rory keeps humping the table. The bartender grabs his shirt and says "You got to get the hell out of here". The Bouncer can't get to him, because we all crowd around him. So my friend Bob (who is always sober... How he puts up with this, I will never know) walks up to Rory and says, "Yo Rory, Be cool".
At this point Rory turns to him, Looks him dead in the eye and says "Be Cool", retracts his arms and pretends he is a T-rex. Rory gets close to the table and starts knocking down all the empty drink classes onto the floor. The whole time starring Bob in the eye, and making dinosaur sounds...
We eventually were thrusted out of the bar.

And thus a tee shirt was born.

In other news, there was an INK fight today at our store, which ended by us spilling green permantent ink all over the floor. The awesome is on us today.

Also
MB refused to let me go to the carnival across from her store because she said it was un-safe! All I wanted was a waffel ice cream sandwich and to ride the gravitron. Come on! I love Mary Beth so much because she gets me really cool vintage dresses when she is out at thrift stores! She also gives me rides to south philly when I visit her at the store :) This was very useful yesterday because of all the stuff I had in their office to take back to my house!
AND FINALLY she has diet pepsi in her trunk at all times, which is my all time favorite. At anytime driving with MB you can have a soda. Amazing.

This weekend....

Friday:
Possible party at 922, but I don't know if I am comfortable stooping to that level yet.
Saturday:
Inventory, gross
Possible get together over paper products
Sunday:
Breakfast with the lovely Kelly
LAUNDRY and
A Rachael S. pot luck, where I am making black beans.

wish me fun