Sitting at home with the two boys while Mrs. Noland has the girl at a birthday party and the tequila just started. This is going to end badly for me.
You two ever wear a thong... backwards? According to Fark, this chick is in Dr. Who(givesashit): Karen Gillian. I approve.
Jesus, at least use a coffee cup or, if there is no other recourse, just drink it out of the bottle. A paper cup? Fucking savage.
I just got the majority of shit moved from my basement over to the new place. Fuck that. Tools are heavy.
I'm about an hour south of where Irene made landfall (I'm in Wilmington, for reference) and though we didn't get a direct hit there were some pretty serious gusts last night and this morning. The rain really wasn't all that bad but the wet ground and high winds caused many trees to fall. My house didn't lose power but my facebook feed is full of people saying they did. The only damage I have to report is a broken storm door (wind pulled it open and snapped it off) and a ton of limbs down in both yards. Tragically my boss called around 10:30 a.m. to tell me the power just came on and to be there soon. My drive was a white-knuckled series of gusts from varying directions. Even worse, when I got there it was insisted that a full day's worth of work would be done even if staying late was required; suddenly I was forced to actually work hard and use my head lest I be leaving around the time most are going to bed. I have a fairly dull and undemanding job so by the end of the day usually I have had enough free time that I am refreshing my favorite websites and watching the clock. Today was quite the opposite - I barely had time to eat and check my email without risking a late day. Some of my best friends were off today drinking and canoeing in a flooded apartment complex but by the time I got off the water had receded and they were incoherently drunk. Hard work paid off though because I got off just a bit early and the weather has cleared up. After a Hurricane Irene damage assessment I have determined it best defer all yard debris clean until more enthusiasm can be obtained. Instead I think I shall smoke a bubbler and order chinese. Tonight is the start to my pseudo-weekend and provided the weather agrees I will be fishing/docking for drinks/fishing all day for the next two days. Fuck work and fuck Tuesday.
I have to agree with our resident black sage. Blue moon is fucking delicious. Tonight is a Yeungling night. Last night was a Hurricane night. Yay for 40oz's.
It's true, sometimes I drink Blue Moon in a bar and I think, "maybe I just like oranges? Can you imagine if you could just buy like, a whole orange and eat it?" But I know I'm just being silly.
Yesterday, during my run, I came along part of the trail that goes under a bridge slightly around a blind turn. It's a concrete sidewalk and the brush is a little overgrown, so it's even harder to see around the turn. There was a homeless lady passed out on the sidewalk. This part is right near the river, so I guess she had been sitting at the edge of the walk facing the river. When she passed out, she was just sort of leaned back with her arms extended making her lie across a good portion of the sidewalk. There was plenty of room to go around her on the left, but another dude was approaching and I would've had to stop and walk or whatever. So, I just kept running and lept over her. Made the dude laugh. I drink beer because it is a very low effort way to get tasty alcohol in me. If I am having to cut up fruit to go in it, that is waaay too much work. If I have to drink Corona with a lime or Blue Moon with an orange to make it taste right, I'd rather just drink something that tastes right right out of the bottle.
Even without oranges, Blue Moon is better than most beers. At least that I've had, which means relatively little.