stella is a bit overpriced but i like it.

file this under:

i-don’t-care-if-you-have-to-rip-that-cap-off-with-yo-teeth-it’s-friday-and-i’m-ready-for-a-beer-now-not-later-dammit.

or you can file it under: “marcy has bags under her eyes, why?”

or you can file it under: “make-up is overrated.”

or you can file it under: “remember that time someone roofied my stella and i ended up on a couch in queens?”

or you can file it under: “those ceiling panels might resemble something in a nursing home or elementary school, but those are recessed lights, bitches.”

take your pick.

oh and for the record, i don’t know if someone actually roofied my stella or not but i think they did and if you’re wondering if things got dangerous, they did not.

it’s times like these that i’m glad i have a slew of irish friends with who play funny music that i don’t recognize and say things in their off-the-boat accent that i can’t understand.

and yes, i’m well aware that stella is not an irish beer.