I mean, your summary has as much to do with the actual article as Twilight has to do with Dracula, but did anyone else read that and think that a) the article is right, and b) the article is self-evidently true? The summary of it is that successful couples are ones where the partners - but more specifically, the woman - is able to keep calm during arguments and not hold grudges. And, well, shit, if you're in a relationship where your partner is going off the deep end all time and then giving you the silent treatment afterwards, who the fuck is going to stay in it? (not that I know anything about dating women who get into huge fights about silly things)
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I didn't have a hangover today. Time to get bombed again, can't let a perfectly good four day weekend go to waste.
I took some of the young ones to the zoo this morning. It was "Special Needs Day". Even this place would be offended by the jokes and thoughts that ran through my head this morning.
first i was all like yayyyy I'm dressed I'll go have beers. then I got home. and sat down. Now I'm all like yayyyyy I'll walk the dog and go to bed. I'm tired of being tired all the time. This shit is getting old.
So for our girls' weekend my friends and I have been trying to decide what alcohol to bring. So I texted them a picture of the rum, wine and margarita drinks I had purchased. My friend Bonnie said she was going to bring Fireball and 7UP, which I've never had, but whatever is fine. Then she texts us a picture of what she's got so far. It included a half-full bottle of Fireball, a six-pack of 7 UP, a bag of pretzels,...and Pop Tarts. I'm so confused.
Who knows where the nights will lead us. She was so excited about it too. Pretzels are okay I guess, someone's bringing beer also, so they can kind of go together. PopTarts are just out of left field.
Your friend just hurt me. She sounds like a joy. Gee, a whole half bottle she had laying around. At dinner is she going to ask to split your entree? Or maybe haggle with the waitress how much a half order of fries is? "Do you like this dress? My silly goose neighbor was just going to throw it away when I fished it out of her garbage. Also this tampon is barely used." Is it too early to think about Christmas parties? I want to throw one. Thinking about making a big batch of spaghetti and sausage; or possibly going the French-ish route with pork terrine with prunes, tomato salad, roast chicken with green sauce of anchovies, herbs, lemon, capers. Really it's an excuse to make German Fire Punch. That gets me so excited I could piddle. Couple bottles of wine, fruits. Pour a bottle of rum over a cone of sugar, set it on fire, and let that rum soaked sweetness drip into the punch. My life will not be complete until I have this.
I'm responsible for organizing (one of) my work's Christmas parties. We're going to make moose milk. It's going to be a good time.
I've never even had a Fireball before, I'm assuming you mix the 7 UP with it? And I'm guessing it's cinnamon-y? I am normally not a fan of Rum, but someone SWORE to me if I mix it with orange juice and lime, it takes like candy. Candy! I like candy. So I'm giving it a shot. We are living out of suitcases for a couple of days, so we didn't want to get too involved with the mixing of drinks. And if it doesn't taste like I have a Jolly Rancher in my mouth, there will be repercussions. Repercussions! I don't know what, but I have days to think about payback. And Bundy gave me some drink mix for it to taste like cheesecake. I might actually start to like Rum. So many choices.
Rum with OJ and lime will eat directly through your stomach lining like Alien blood. Throw Fireball on top of it and you might actually spit acid hot enough to dissolve brass. Throw some pineapple juice in with the OJ, a little bit of Grenadine too. You can get both of those things in small containers. Should look like this, a Bahama Mama in November:
In my opinion, rum is one of those things where it's either heaven or hell. Mix it properly, and it tastes like heaven. Little bit off, and it's pure hell. For example, a properly-proportioned rum and coke (with lime if you want) is heaven. But a little bit off with too much run and it's pure gasoline. Rum with orange juice, pineapple juice, and a little grenadine is heaven. Put fuck up the ratios and it's acid reflux all night long. I love to cook (marinade, baste, and sauce) with rum. But too little and it just tastes like shit; too much and your entire meal tastes like a high school hangover. Just right though and it's something a 5-star restaurant would turn out.