My wife and I are going snow-tubing on Valentine's Day. Why not? It's fun and where restaurants and theatres will be crowded it won't be.
For those of us who are single, I recommend the Casablanca drinking game. You watch Casablanca, and take a drink everyone on screen takes a drink. You can go with champagne (or a champagne cocktail if you want to be thematic) to keep it classy. But then, you're probably playing this game alone, so who are you trying to impress? Bonus points for Tindering while you watch. Multi-tasking is hard.
It's my birthday, too. Some awful shit has happened to me on my birthday over the years. Got my ass kicked once, broke the fuck out of my leg once, got dumped twice (on my birthday, which is valentines day. Cold hearted bitches). This year, the wife and I will be doing dinner at a steak place, but on Friday the 13th. What could go wrong?
Ever since I stopped drinking liquor a few months ago (a taste for whiskey + zero self control = problems), I've noticed it takes a scary amount of beer and/or wine to get me going. I will be testing these limits tonight. I am about to drink all the beer in the world. A lot of work shit, this is purely celebratory, but firing someone is never fun. Especially someone I've known for a very long time. In other news, I really like the enthusiasm of this board ever since Netty Pot posted the "fresh meat" thread. So, YAAAAA!!!!
I'm off to Salt Lake tomorrow to go skiing for a week. My winter ski trip is my favorite event of the year, and since I've never been to the Utah resorts I'm really looking forward to it. Only downside is that it's supposed to be above freezing there most of the week. Hopefully we can get some good snow in the morning before the sun turns it to slush. I also haven't really been drinking since the holidays (seriously I've had maybe 4 beers since New Years), so my after skiing/making dinner drinks are really going to hit the spot.
I noticed a couple years ago that drinking beer to get drunk was no longer an option. My stomach would get way to bloated and full before I could get a decent buzz. Liquor became the only option.
Since you live in Florida, where I suppose this is taking place, it'd be a great time to pour thousands of hits of acid along the slide. Florida slip'n'slide acid trip would be quite the experience.
Start of a 3-day weekend... guess who's cranking up the fireplace and draining a bottle of scotch while catching up on some TV? The weather has hugely warmed up so it's windy as fuck and raining like a son of a bitch... perfect weather to just hunker down and unwind from a long week. Then tomorrow it's all about power tools!
And ancient, unmuffled, 4-71 blown road graders. Trying to fill in a big fucking drunken hole you dug with a back hoe. It makes me hurt just thinking about it. In fact, I just came across a picture of that noisy bastard early today:
Trust me, I bush hogged all 38 developed acres once a week, and I wouldn't have legally been able to operate a vehicle on the public roads. That's a dusty, hot, sweaty job. And you had to drink fast or A: You'd hit a bump and your beer would be on the floor. B: It would get full of dust, or C: It would go flat. It took about 6 hours and a 12 pack + to bush (Busch?) hog the place. (By the way, that is the original toytoy in the pictures)
The husband and I have been working our way through old HBO shows we haven't already seen now that a lot of them are on Amazon. We're currently watching Oz. I'm enjoying the show but I think it had Game of Thrones beat in one particular area:
Not sure what, if anything, we'll be doing on Valentine's Day. Amazingly I have nothing scheduled for work that day so far. Dan Savage word of wisdom when it comes to Valentine's Day: fuck first. Have sex before dinner so you're not trying to engage in athletics while stuffed and bloated.
My wife has a scar on her upper arm from where a chainsaw did its damnedest to cut it off. Her father "fixed it" with superglue. She had it when I met her, and yes, I am jealous.
One of my former girlfriend's father and brother fixed their (Male) cat while they were fucked up drunk. They knocked it out with some whiskey, did the "Surgery" on the deck, a little purple Jesus and he was good to go. He wasn't a very friendly cat after that. (Purple Jesus is the ointment you put on barnyard animals after castrating them. Don't ask me what the real name is, all I've ever heard was purple Jesus.)
in my experience, Purple Jesus is a hellacious mixture of grain alcohol and purple coolaid. Tastes not too bad, and will knock you into next week.