I first heard this song while flipping through radio stations in West Michigan, and was hooked as soon as I heard the very first line: “He was sittin’ at the bar, sippin’ a Regular Coke.” Not a Rum & Coke, certainly not a Diet Coke, not even a Classic Coke. Nope, a Regular Coke. I love that. The video is good too. From the 2007 Warner Bros albums, Pure BS.
A couple members of the Glorious Noise posse had work parties for their day jobs last night. Since we’re all kind of newbies at this whole “alcohol consumption” thing, some of us aren’t feeling our best today.
So this post goes out to all the working stiffs who occasionally indulge in one (or two… or three… or…) too many on a Thursday night. The number one rule for work parties is you’re allowed to get as drunk as you want so long as you’re able to make it to work the next morning and pretend you don’t feel like you’re going to die.
My girl Dorothy Parker said it best:
I like to have a martini,
Two at the very most—After
Three I’m under the table,
Four, I’m under the host.
Happy Friday. Bottoms up.