Wait a minute. I think there actually is a bar named Rehab Lounge.....I think it was stuck in my memory somewhere.....from Jan. 1, 1997....the Dallas trip with Sara Jane, Turner, Katie and Leazel(!)....I think that the bar next door to the place where Sara Jane got her tongue pierced and Katie got her tattoo was called The Rehab Lounge. And I think I may actually have a picture of the sign somewhere...If I find it, I'm so posting it as my profile pic here. I also have a picture of Katie getting her tattoo; I watched the entire process. Hence, part of the reason I won't get inked.
So the name has stuck with me I guess.
And the name has been true enough for the apartment I call The Rehab Lounge. I said in my previous blog that I don't like to drink all that much(well, my parents were alcoholics, what do you expect? I do have my own addictive traits...just not booze), but I had plenty of issues with X, eh? I ate probably 500 tabs or more that Lost Summer of 2001, and haven't had many since. I say "many" because I know there were a few since then. No more than 3, if that. I reserve all my habits for smoking...and prescription pills like muscle relaxors or lortab--BECAUSE OF ACTUAL PAIN, and not just for fun, because, truly, they aren't all that fun.
I got burned out on booze in college...well, who wouldn't, after all of the McCormick's Vodka and the Beast you can hold? But now I know what to drink and what not to drink(Aventinus, yes. Red wine, no) I like to drink really expensive stuff. It's lucky for me that I DON'T drink very much, else my paycheck would go back to the store. Even with the discount I can't afford to drink anything but what's on the Pick 6...
See, I'm a Chivas or Glenlivet, a Stoli & U'luvka or New Amsterdam & Whitley Neill kind of girl.
I will unerringly pick a $42 bottle of wine over a $13, without knowing the price.
But I'm not high maintenance.
No, really.
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