7/12/13 Weekend Drunk Thread

Sidecars are my very favourite cocktail. When I'm celebrating, 1.5 shots Martell Blue, 1 shot Cointreau, 1 shot lemon juice. Perfection.

That said, I had eye surgery yesterday, and can only read / use the computer for 20 minute bursts. I've spent a lot of time sitting in a dark room listening to Jimi Hendrix and Muddy Waters, and the craving for good bourbon was overwhelming.

Folks, this is goooood.

 

This one was posted twice:

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And, I'm okay with that.

 

I've never see orange bitters anywhere in town and it is annoying. I know I can buy it on the internet, but sometimes I get very stubborn about ordering stuff. If I feel like it is or should be somewhere nearby where I can physically pick it up, I will hold out as long as possible to take that option rather than order it.

 

My coworkers have bestowed upon me an office fish named Franz. Actually, what they have given me is a responsibility I didn't want that gave them ten minutes of pleasure and none of the maintenance. But whatever. Office fish.

 

What happened to Ludwig?

 

Ludwig stayed in DC. If I can't bring an apple across the border, I doubt very much that they'd let me take a rogue fish.

 

So I just renewed a magazine subscription (shut up, yes I still read print editions) and I was able to choose a free gift in addition to my fantastic discount rate. My gift was a "retro" T-Shirt. I could choose Mr. Rogers, Magnum PI, Delta House, Bayside Tigers (Saved by the Bell), Sixteen Candles' Jake Ryan, or The A Team. I chose A Team, of course. But, under the pull down menu for "size," my choices were "Male" and "Female." WTF?

 

I may take a rain check on fighting a dangerously insane, juiced-up, wife-beating, single-digit-IQ, two-faced lying identical twin that denies what he said in his own autobiography. You can't out fuck-up a fuckup.

 

In actual sizes those translate to "Fat" and "Not Quite as Fat".

 

Well, dang. I think I chose wrong, then.

 

No sizing for "Crotchety Old Pervert"?

 

Not sure - do you have the conversion table?

 

My wife has it.

 

You may be greatly underestimating the level of crazy I can bring to the table. That doesn't mean I wouldn't get my ass beat seven ways from Sunday though.

 

You're also none of the things I say. You shoot clouds and have mud races in your backyard. You never had a homerun caused by ricocheting off the top of your skull.

 

You mean Bela. We all know that's his real name.

 

You say that so confidently.

 

Lots of people used to say that when it came to baseball, Canseco had all the right tools. I remember him for simply just BEING one.

 

Done. Picking up my pops. Time to get Irish.