If Only...

If only I had something fun and interesting to write about. I don't and so that's why I'm not. Pretty much everything in my life is zero fun. Oh... I did go to the bar on Sunday. It's karaoke night and my roommate and I are officially regulars! Anyway, someone was singing Friends in Low Places. (Think about it for a second.) Okay.... that line about whiskey and beer. Right. Well, as it was happening, I pointed to a guy wearing a Jack Daniels shirt. I was a little intoxicated and I really like JD. Well, the guy noticed. He came over and asked what was up and I told him blah blah blah I like your shirt blah blah blah the song blah blah. So somehow... we ended up thinking about trading shirts. I really like his and he thought that wearing my shirt would be funny. I was wearing a cheerleading shirt that said COACH TARA on the back. So... we traded... right there in the middle of the bar. I know what you're thinking and I'm not that type of girl. I was wearing a shirt underneath. And he wasn't that type of guy. He mentioned that he wasn't just trading shirts to see my stuff, he just thought it would be funny. We were both happy with the trade. He introduced himself to me (his name is Jeff). And he assumed my name was Tara. It's not. He laughed really hard when I told him that. So now we both have a new shirt and a great story to tell.

So... I searched google for a suitable picture. This shirt came up... and it has nothing to do with the story, but I have this shirt, from Italy, a real gift from someone who was there!