Words To Mix In This Weekend II

Happy New Year. Here are a few more words just tapping their paws at the cage, waiting to be adopted, and maybe one day unleashed.

Trousers

It’s hard to even know what pants are these days. Know what I mean? We used to have slacks, denim, and even britches. But now it’s all (Drunk Uncle voice) can you Aura Ring me some Vuori? Not on my watch (or finger [or legs]). Maybe we’ll begin unconsolidating what matters most in this world (pants) if we treat them with a little esteem. So next time I refer to my bottoms, you’ll hear the word trousers.

Cats

Gotta start calling people NOT in your direct periphery cats again. In the present tense, it’ll add some slick to your sentence. Yeah there’s some cats in the other room making mojitos if you want action. In the past tense, it’ll add a little Sriracha to your storytelling…I was over in Los Feliz and ran into a couple cats from work at Ye Rustic. Got faced. Left my car in the parking lot. 150 buck Uber back to Brentwood.

Outdoor cat

Real simple variation. Using cat holds no judgment on the cats at hand. But outdoor cat surely does. An outdoor cat is a little wild. Possibly dangerous. Maybe it’s your boy’s BFH (boy from home) who just opened a beer bottle with his mouth when the bottle opener was right next to him. An outdoor cat ain’t your emergency contact. But they always land on their feet.

You: Anyone see Ricky after we left Hinano?

Ur Boy: Nah…but he’ll be fine. Guy’s a real outdoor cat.

Haunts

Seems like there’s more and more spots in town I can’t seem to bring myself to. The walls of the Westside (the space between the 405 and the Pacific Ocean) are closing in on me. But maybe it’s just time for a fresh coat of paint. A recharacterization of my destinations. So they’re no longer spots…I’ve got ghosts at all the spots. They’re haunts now.

Them: Where should go this weekend?….

You: I’ve got a couple haunts we could try.

Sound

Tuck the puffa in fellas cause HBO’s Industry is back. Unfortunately without our goat, Lisan al’Cuck-ib…Robert Spearing. But I was thinking back to a classic Season 1 Rob moment. Episode 1. After Rob goes clubbing and makes sure the sun comes up, he heads to the Pierpoint gym for a shower just before his morning meeting. He then steps in front of the mirror, hanging dong, and hits the purest “ya sound” you’ll ever witness on screen. He was not, in fact, sound. Instead, still on quite a lot of K. But holy fuck Rob was really the guy. And I’m damn pissed that q-zip with a heart of gold won’t be having a chat with Yaz no more.

But where was I? Oh Right…sound.

Ironically, this isn’t how I suggest you use the word sound. You definitely can use it like Rob does. A classier, more reassuring way to reference focus or sobriety. But instead, sound can be utilized as a real compliment. Replace the word good with sound and see how far that takes you.

You: We got paired with a 5th on Saturday.

Them: Did he ruin the round?

You: Not really. Actually a pretty sound fella.

Or…

Waiter: How’s the steak?

You: It’s a sound piece of meat. Potatoes are sound as well.

I don’t know. I’m thinking, maybe it could be something around what’s known in many places as a possible move. Or at least…

Another word to mix in this weekend.

See ya next week. And tell another sound cat to subscribe while ya at it. Even if they outdoor.