drinking

I’ve a few good reasons for drinking
And one just entered my head
If a man can’t drink when he’s living
How the hell can he drink when he’s dead?

- seen on a t-shirt for McSwiggin’s Pub, “where there are no strangers, only friends yet to meet”

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“I’ll have a Corona.”
“Sure. Can I see some ID?”
” … uhm … okay … here …”
“Hmmm … wait a sec … Aren’t you the DAUGHTER OF THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES?”
“… uhm …”

A strange thing happened on my way to the west coast. At some point along the way I seem to have misplaced my lust for beer. I’m not frantically searching for it or anything. Usually I barely even notice that it’s missing. But. I can’t help but wonder where it went.

Determine Your Social Class Based on What You Drink

At some point last night I managed to fall from the railing at Four Green Fields. In the photo on the page, you can see an Irish flag all the way on the right side. That’s right where I fell.

Parties have a way of supplying me with a comical assortment of stuff. In addition to the cell phone AC power cord, I have also found one of Jorge’s oldest t-shirts, a blue Nike t-shirt, about $40 in cash, a bottle of Visine, an unopened (thankfully!) bottle of tequila, some 200 empty Budweiser bottles, 20 empty Bud Light bottles, one empty Jim Beam bottle, one full Jim Beam bottle, a full bottle of Canada Dry, two missing packages of Chips Ahoy, and the knowledge that I have the best friends in the world. Even if they do sometimes leave a bagel on a bookshelf or mixed drinks on the dresser. I’m just wondering when I’m going to get around to taking down the badminton net …

We played Taboo?!

It really depends on how you define “moderate“, doesn’t it?

Incredible! I had plenty to say on the OceanBlog today. I almost went the whole day without saying anything here. I can hardly believe it. There is so much to say about me! No. Really. I think I’ll wait about ten minutes and then tell you the story of how my best friend and I once raped and pillaged the roof of a Kentucky Fried Chicken while temporarily insane. That’s a good story … unless, of course, you had to work at KFC the next day.

Damn. There is some problem with the met4quad archive. I keep getting an FTP error from blogger. Rather than fix it, I think I will go drinking with Bob, the self-described husband of Gretchen, at the Red Dog Bar & Grill on Bay-to-Bay Ave. Bay-to-Bay stretches from one bay to another. Nifty name for a road, I should think.

Can you imagine how much fun Hooters would be with one of these?!?!

I time bomb

Yesterday was faboo. The only thing about it that was no fun was that eventually it ended. I was up at 0830, goofed on the computer for a while, went shopping with Sylvia, played on the computer some more, went to the AoS, played in the pool for a few hours, and *then* we started to really have fun. Chris and I walked to Todd’s place to steal his grill, then drove here to get Sylvia. We got to the AoS just as the keg was arriving. There was corn on the cob, mashed potatoes, steaks, chicken … I spent most of the early party inside watching one of the best baseball games I’ve ever seen and devouring about 3 pounds of cow, but everyone else was at the pool (which is right next to Chris’ place). After the Red Sox beat the Yankees Chris and I did some laundry-jumping to celebrate (leaping from the roof of the laundry building into the pool), tossed Chuck and Andy into the pool several times, and pretty much partied like we had nothing to do the next day well into the 4 o’clock hour.
Footnotes:
- there was no Coke in the machine at the pool so Sylvia had to settle for white russians instead of colorado bulldogs
- Andy was not wearing ‘being tossed into the pool’ clothes
- Paul and Bart are good people to have your back if there’s trouble possibly brewing (nothing happened)
- Chris makes a mean steak and chicken marinade
- Craig, Todd, Chuck, and Chris are huge Family Feud fans
- four years of medical school do not do much for your tolerance
- it was great to know that Jenny, mom, Uncle Dic, Jorge, and Mike were all watching the game
- Bart knows as many “walks into a bar” jokes as I do
- I have great friends, both in meatspace and cyberspace