Beer 13. People should be showing up soon so I'll probably leave this thread to the animals. Have fun!
Oh, y'all bitches. You have no idea how happy I am right now. My incredible girlfriend made braised short ribs and they are fucking awesome. They were served with creamy polenta. I am fairly certain that I may die right now, and that would be a fitting end, should I have done everything right in my life. Should God have used these ribs to make Eve, we would still be in the garden of eden, 'cause ain't nobody would be hungry for a apple served by a snake. Serve with three Guinness and a big glass of red wine.
Yay! I've had to control my drinking urges during the holidays, and now I am finally allowed to be shnockered. Woo!
Watching the Twilight Zone. Apparently in the early 60s, they didn't ask if you wanted cream or sugar with your coffee, it was do you want cognac or whiskey. FUCK YEAH!
Ahhh it's good to be back in Hawaii, met some friends at a bar earlier for some drinks. I just spent the last week in Ohio, so I can appreciate what many of you out there are going through, what with the snow and cold and all that jazz. On that note, thumbs up ya'll.
So... I open my fridge and find that there are pints of Labatt, in cans, in my fridge. I have absolutely no clue how they got there, nobody I know has ever bought them. I opened one and it tastes really funny. ROOFIE SHIT
My night was wonderful. Got drunk at a bar in town and just made my way back home. Just threw on some more Paul Van Dyk, dancin my ass off around the place.. Not nearly as good as NYE, but life is phenomenal
My New Years was largely quiet - much more so here than previous years - even the party at the house down the road died at 1.30am (that house usually has one going until at least 3am on New Years'). Fortunately, the music was crap, so I didn't miss it much. I was able to get a bottle of Wild Turkey 101 - I had about half of it. It wasn't cheap and I'm short of funds, so I'm savouring it. I'm now about to plunder my mom's Scotch - good evening, Mr. Glenfiddich... (I'm now being encouraged to drink anything out of the cupboard that I want. There's 40+ year old single malts in there. My parents are awesome sometimes.)
Jeez dude, that looks like one of those old fashion death portraits from the 1800's made even creepier by the festive hat.
I'm making a pot of Alton Brown's chili recipe. One beer for the pot, one beer for me. I like this already.
With the work-week looming again tomorrow, it seems fitting to put this thread out to pasture. It's been a hell of a ride, but all good things must come to an end.