When I used to have a bad day at the office I'd drink those, too. I'd leave out the last 4 ingredients, but some people make them differently
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG WEEKEND. Bitches. Already getting drunk and will be more drunk to follow. I think Metallica should change the title of their album "St. Anger" to "Amplifiers Being Beaten To Death With Rocks."
The M.C. of the wedding I did a couple weeks ago performed this song (uncensored) in between speeches. Mixed reactions to say the least.
I believe Noland's version was the culprit of my insane night last night. I read my own post on the r&r thread and even I can't understand it. Oh, whiskey, you sly minx.
Weekend in Berlin off to a hell of a start. Arrived at hostel to find that I had booked the wrong day, then found out that the day hostelworld confirmed for me was neither a) the day I wanted, and b) the day they had booked in their system. Weird. So, 45 minutes of walking around the neighbourhood trying to find a bed later, I hopped on expedia and booked a room at a best western, and hopped on the subway. And not a moment too soon as the lines were starting to shut down for the night. And I STILL haven't had an Augustiner.
I hope you fuckers are having a great night. My stomach is all fucked up and I swear, just before I sprinted to the bathroom, I heard "release me" like the alien talking through the scientist in Independence Day.
Today is, as my sister put it, "A Buddha Day." I have no idea what that means, but she set a plate of rice, watermelon, and some yummy pork (Along with a spoon & fork) outside with a glass of water and burning incense for our father and her mother. I know dad would've liked that.
TiB, Spodee. Spodee, TiB. If you want to channel your inner dust bowl Okie, this is the shit. http://www.phoodie.info/2012/04/20/mixin-wine-spo-dee-o-dee-with-moonshine/
It's Buddhist Lent. I'm really impressed she keeps up that tradition. White people usually think it's fucking weird when we leave food on gravestones and stuff.
"My living room is just so BLAND!" you always say to yourself. "It needs something spectacular, but I only have $2000 to spend!" Well, friend, today is your lucky day! The downtown Vancouver Sears is closing, and their blowout sale is going on now. For some fucking reason, this 12 foot tall Nutcracker bear statue is on sale for just $1995.00! That's right folks, this stupid goddamn thing can be yours for under 2000 dollars!!! I paid well over twice that for mine.
I don't know, I think it's kind of cool. I even went with my brother-in-law to a graveyard in Mississippi to leave incense one night. Of course everything sounds like a good idea when your drunk, especially roaming around old graveyards at night (If you're me.) Pro Tip: Don't go roaming around rural Mississippi graveyards at night drunk. It's a good way to get shot. I had to drunkenly explain to a redneck with a gun just what in the hell we were doing there.
Got a friend's birthday tonight, so we'll be hitting up a bar in the city. I will not be touching any wine. At all. It doesn;t work out well for anyone. I just got a text from a mate who lives in the city saying he's having a house party, and there's two kegs involved. Looks like my night got more ridiculous. Thankfully I have Sunday morning off for once.
How is that any different from pouring out a little liquor, to either the deathless immortals (Iliad, VI, 258-9) or to your dead homies (Shakur III, 4:2-3)? Too good not to share:
This has been a shitty week. To get my weekend off to a good start I went and saw The Dark Knight Rises by myself this afternoon. I love catching a matinee by myself, I don't do it often enough. Now I'm home, the baby's asleep, and I'm enjoying some Crown. Fuck this week, I'm getting drunk.
Coffee, vodka, & vanilla bean pretty much covers it if you're patient (I'm not) and want to wait a month. If you want a White Russian RIGHT FUCKING NOW!...use vanilla extract.