THE ALWAYS DELIGHTFUL WEEKEND DRUNK THREAD 10/7/11!!!

Southern Comfort and Tobasco? This is now a thing?

Worst. Patch. Ever.

 

Hot sauce is the best investment I ever made. Hot sauce and fried eggs. All day.

 

Why DrFrylock has not been around much lately:

[X] Find jeweler who sells engagement rings from company that did an ultimate good for my family many years ago;
[X] ...who is not closed for a month for "vacation;"
[X] ...who will actually offer to work with me instead of blowing me off like I'm a fucking idiot;
[ ] ...who is not a 2.5 hour drive each way from my house (oh well, not gonna be able to check this one).
[X] Give list of desirable engagement rings to jeweler.
[X] Try to prepare myself for what it's going to cost.
[X] Get quotes on rings and have them sent over on memo.
[X] Find out that it's going to cost 80% more than I thought.
[X] Despair.
[X] Reset expectations. Deal with new reality.
[X] Drive down again to see rings for real.
[X] Pick one out and pay for it. Arrange to pick it up in a week.
[X] Visit my Mom with girlfriend. An hour before girlfriend comes over, tell Mom I just bought an engagement ring.
[X] Stop Mom from crying tears of joy before girlfriend shows up so she does not screw up the surprise.
[X] During week, sneak out of work and drive down AGAIN to pick up ring.
[X] Stop by Mom's house on way back to show her the ring.
[X] Stop Mom from crying again.
[X] Call girlfriend's parents and tell them that I need to see them in person re: nebulous "anniversary surprise" for girlfriend. Schedule for Saturday morning early so I can get out to girlfriend's house in the afternoon, early enough that she doesn't suspect something's up.
[X] Find out girlfriend has a cold and doesn't want to get together this weekend after all. Don't change meeting time with her parents because I'm fucking nervous enough as it is.
[X] Get up at 3AM, get dressed, and drive up to girlfriend's parents' house.
[X] Arrive an hour early and try to nap in parking lot nearby for an hour.
[X] Enter hypnagogic state and have half-waking hallucinations about Roseanne Barr and egg-shaped train cars.
[X] Wake up 8:45, get game face on, drive around corner.
[X] See parents; manage to ask permission/blessing to marry their daughter without fucking it up.
[X] Hug future mother-in-law until she stops crying tears of joy.
[X] Visit for a few hours, then head back home.
[X] Make arrangements for weekend anniversary trip with girlfriend.
[X] ...including nice hotel;
[X] ...including things to do;
[X] ...including dinner at "most romantic restaurant in (city)."
[X] Make dinner reservation for an hour after we will probably arrive so we have "time to kill."
[ ] Pick up girlfriend on Friday
[ ] Drive to destination. Show up early with "time to kill."
[ ] Suggest we go to nearby park with good memories for us to "kill time" and take anniversary photos.
[ ] Kneel down to take "artistic" photo, claim something is wrong with camera, pull out ring in box from pocket.
[ ] Get engaged.

All over but the shouting. T-minus-four days or so.

 

Seriously, that looks like it took awhile.

 

Just pulled the trigger on painting the inside of my house today and now I am winding down with a beer or three. It was my girlfriend's idea but I went with it because I liked the color we picked out and I thought the house could use a change.

She started out really negative because it wasn't perfect from the first brushstroke. Everything is fine now and she ended up being positive about it but she has no idea how close she came to looking for a new place to live. I am okay with criticism and suggestions, but damn don't just shit all over everything. So glad it turned around.

F.Y.l. I am awesome with a roller or a spray can. Brushes can eat a dick.

 

Shit, I have that all the time; that wouldn't prevent me from coming around.

Just my little way of fooling myself into believing that entropy can be fought, and that everything isn't necessarily a cosmic clusterfuck...

 

There are worse reasons to get married.

 

The gym is going to be full of assholes with memberships they never use, trying to sweat out all the turkey they ate this weekend. Gay.

 

Is this thing on?

I'm trying to beat back this hangover with some bong hits since I have a half work day today (the same rationale that brought me a monday night black out) and puked on my roommates futon. Should I thoroughly clean it or let his dog do my bidding then drench it air freshener and light a nag champa? Shit, would the dog even be interested in vomit which has the distinct bouquet of gin a and my breakfast eggs?