I'm a liquor store yenta. That's right; if I see you picking up one of those neon green bottles of margarita mix, or God forbid the bilious-looking piss-yellow bottle with the Cuervo garbage already mixed in, I will come over and strike up and awkward conversation in which I try to convince you to b ... More >>
Lots of stuff this weekend, especially if you're a tween. You're probably not if you're reading this blog, though. Sadface.
Mouring the loss of a rockabilly pioneer