Grand Final is almost won and if everything goes well I will be drinking just after lunch until the wee hours of the morning when I either black out or get kicked out and then the interesting things will start happening.
The cousin is a funny drunk. Obviously, I knew this was going to happen because she is mini-me. I deem the night a success. Tonight is UFC followed by my first time (legally) going out in the home province. The women's world curling is going on in the hometown right now and I've heard rumors of the Swedish team flashing up a storm in the bars, so perhaps I'll get to see some Swedish tits tonight!
Absolutely amazing weather out here right now. It's spring. 21 fucking degrees (celcius) and sunny. Everyone is in shorts and tshirts. And I just got put on some antibiotics for a nagging cough. Fuck me. No drinking for 12 days. Mind you, I think I more than made up for it over the past week and a half.
I was up all fucking night puking (no, not from drinking), and am still feeling like shit right now. I need to snap out of this. We are having a party tonight and rather than going the normal beer route, we are going to get a little fancy and set up a bar and make some drinks. Mojito's and a few other rum shits are already a definite go. I took a little browse around the alcohol thread, but I figure I'll ask again. Anyone have any great drink suggestions, keeping in mind there will be a majority of girls here, and as much as I would like it to, 4 parts whiskey and 1 part water isn't going to cut it.
What the hell are you on, metronidazole? Do you have a vagina and trichomonas? So... how long were you secretly an 18 year old in our midst? Or have you, less interestingly, just not been to Sask in a long time? Let us know how the Swedish titty hunt goes. I present some Norwegian curling titties: NSFW
Depends on what you've got. A good mojito requires fresh lime and fresh mint, selzter water, simple syrup. Limes are like 10 for a buck most places, but I have no idea produce prices in Hawaii. Rose's lime shit at the liquor store will not hack it. If you've got rum your best bet is to do a Bahama Mama. Equal parts OJ and Pineapple juice, 1.5 ounces rum, 1 ounce coconut rum, drizzle or 2 of grenadine and shake it up. When making a rum and coke (Cuba Libre), add a splash of lime juice and some coconut rum. I call it a Coco Libre. Fancied right the fuck up. I don't know many sweet Whiskey drinks other than the Old Fashioned which tastes like ass. And I can't imagine many girls asking for Manhattan. Fuck. Now I want some rum.
Here's that picture of me playing with a real human skull from st paddy's day. Sorry my face is blacked out. Partially I don't want any of you stalking my exceedingly handsome self, and partially, I don't want any careers ruined.
Less interestingly, I have just not been to Saskatchewan since I turned 19 a month ago. I will be keeping my eyes peeled for Swedish tits, I assure you.
So you were an 18 year old for quite a while then. Now I feel slightly creepy and old. You're my sister's age. Jesus.
Fucking ugh. So I recently asked an acquaintance if he wanted to jam around with me and my friend. I play guitar, my friend plays guitar (rhythm) and sings, and I've been searching for a drummer for a long time. We go to the drummers house, start playing some songs or whatever to get warmed up, and then me and the drummer start going off on some improv things. My friend decides to become all haughty and shit and just stands there with his arms crossed waiting for us to finish. Same thing happened every time the drummer and I played a song or two that he didn't know. Fucking as;ljdf;alksjdfas;ljdf;l i'm so sick of everyone being a fucking whiny ass
Had to go with the fiance to register for the wedding today. It was about as painful as you might expect (except when we got to the grilling/knife/floating-beer-coolers-in-the-shape-of-a-fishing-bobber department). Tonight, I popped open some rose champagne and grilled a hefty fillet of mahi mahi, covered with a twist on a recommended mango salsa recipe. The fiance can't stand fish, and she devoured that shit. Awesome. It was some of the tastiest fish I've had in a good while. Now she's cleaning the kitchen where she should be while I type on the drunk thread. Tomorrow, the cousin and I will again take the boat fishing while attempting to kill a 30 of High Life. Life is good today.
Fuck me running. A buddy showed up around noon and we ended up drinking 2 cases of beer together. I have no idea how that happened. At some point in time he convinced me to play guitar. I never play when I'm drunk unless I started drinking and playing at the same time, because my fingers don't work quite right unless I'm used to it. His jaw dropped when I started playing. I've seen that reaction before and I've never understood it...I'm not that good, but for some reason people are astonished when they hear me play. Jesus, I've had a guitar in my hands for almost 40 years now. I'm really damn familiar with the thing and I can make all sorts of interesting noises with one. He also got warmed up listening to some of my crappy songs on my portable 8 track and fell in love with my melodies and lyrics. Go figure. One of these days I may have to share some of those songs with y'all. I think they're dumb as hell, but the few people that have heard them think they're great. I still think they're being condescending. At best I'd call them interesting.
So, the ODC is chilling now. Plus after a few delicious tastes of some greens, I'm thinking it is time to crack some beers and watch Archer. Any suggestions on what should accompany an archer night?
I've re-written this damn book four times already. Broke contract with my agent a few months ago because I had another idea and I knew I could do better when I finished it. I have the Version 5 chapter outline written, and am debating starting on the actual fleshing out of it now. For reasons involving the content of it, it's insanely emotionally painful to write. One more vodka shot and I might actually get up the nerves to try it again. Or I might get accidentally drunk again. At this point, either course is preferable.
I'm so fucked up if I spell anything correctly in this post I'll be amazed. My buddy got me interested in music again and I just spent some time listening to some of my stuff. It's really not that horrible. One song really stuck out in my mind, I was pretty amazed by my own lyrics. (The song is pretty goof\d too) The idea for the song was inspired by dew on the ground and I took it a step further wondering where the dew came from. Somewhere along the line I decided the dew was tears from the moon and I carried things a bit further and called the Moon "The Lady" as pagan religions do. Here's a sampling of the beginning lyrics: Moonlight it gives way, Crying for the summer's day, And a foggy mist begins to rise. Tales from so long ago. Stories that my grandma told, Now appear before my wondering eyes, What's this secret that she keeps, When I lay me down to sleep? And the Lady she weeps. I continue on in the same vein for the rest of the song, but after listening to this crap for the first time in ages I was reminded how awesome those lyrics are. Or maybe I'm just a drunk semi-poetic hillbilly. I warned y'all I was drunk. Apparently I'm also introspective.
last weekend "Hey, we should make out" worked. Tonight, this hottie at the bar pretty much just turned around, high-fived me, then said, "You're cute" and kissed me. Not used to this kind of attention. Go me? Pissed though, cause tonight's hottie left abruptly before I got her number, or even her name. Damnit... Rave: Go Tigers! RIT going to the frozen four. Hell yeah!