I demand you delight in this but I'm a bossy drunk.

Nothing makes a blogger want to blog more than a sale at Anthro or a visit to a Mexican restaurant with a mucho grande margarita.  Guess which one I just had?!!!!  

Combine a few single ladies, a shitty couple of days and tequila, pour over crushed ice and serve in a giant salt-rimmed plastic cup and you are guaranteed to have gold.  By 'gold' I mean the nastiest, jaw-dropping, next-table-over-family-looking horrified conversation ranging from 401Ks to the Balkans to vaginas.  Mostly vaginas.  Sometimes that just happens when tequila gets involved.  I can't explain why but according to scientists, lady-to-lady talk is the filthiest conversation on the periodic table of saucy. You know what's the inverse of lady flowers?  

Brutalism. 

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It's true.  I think it might be a question on the SATs or something so it's probably good to remember.

ModernSauce: grossing out educating America's youth since 2009. 

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Best or worst segue ever?!  It barely made sense that we somehow talked about those things in the span of five minutes but fuck it.  Sometimes things go together and I don't have to explain how it works in my head.  My new obsession is the appropriately titled Fuck Yeah, Brutalism and it needs no backstory!


Delight in it!

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I said DELIGHT!!!  *shakes fist*

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Delight even harder.

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So much delight I can hardly stand it.

But after such a lovely and sophisticated evening I come home to find out Steve Jobs died.  Ruined my taco high.  I barely know how to turn on the internet and I'm certainly no Apple fangirl but - and perhaps it was tequila's influence -  I got all emotional watching my Twitter stream.   Ok it was probably the tequila.  Then I cried watching the tv coverage.  Not the 'Michael Jackson dying' cry but still...  

Now Brutalism seems rather appropriate to my mood.

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Way to waste a perfectly good female bonding discussion about vaginas, Universe.   

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I don't know - that is quickly restoring my margarita-induced delight. 

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So no one likes clunky weirdo buildings as much as I do?  Sigh...  more for me then!  I've already proven my great and slightly off-balance love for them in this old post about Yugoslavian war memorials (that I thought were somewhat Soviet at the time) and I think the margarita-fueled lady flower/Balkan travelling story/Brutalism connection has just been made in my head.  Drunk starting to wear off now...


Normalcy returning...


Sadly...

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But still, this is 100% vagina approved.

And no I don't know what that means either but I'm still tipsy enough where that seems appropriate and completely logical.