Hey, I don't care if it's shitty or not. I probably wouldn't think the good stuff is all that awesome either, so either way I'm just looking to get drunk and yell a lot when they're making my food. It's past 5 at work, time for a beer.
Actually, half decent sake isn't that expensive, and is kind of refreshing. The shit stuff is kind of like turpentine. Still, I've killed a few carafs of warm sake. And it was quite good at knocking me on my ass.
Why do you always do that? Why must you always remind us that no matter how smart or clever we think we are being, you still know at least *this* much more than us? I'm sitting in my game room/office (when I open up the computer), and there's a shit load of deer right outside the window eating hopefully-not-but-probably my landscaping. Over the course of maybe the past two weeks, their boundary of comfortability has gone from 100+ yards from the house, to basically in my living room. I'm thinking of feeding them some corn, but I was told that I have to be at least on the downhill slope of my life expectancy in order to do that -- maybe Net or SG can offer some pointers?
I GET TO GO OUT DRINKING TOMORROW WOOHOO PARTY FUCKERS I'M PUNCHING A COP IN THE FACE MAKING OUT WITH HOMELESS WOMEN AND FLOODIN' MAILBOXES. I may even have posts that are less legible than Jenn's. Top That. I'll be taking your monster ballad requests all weekend long, kids.
I think I'm starting to sympathize with Durbanite. All I have to look forward to tonight is getting drunk alone in my father's house. I swear I used to have a lot of friends. They just don't live here anymore. Hooray for me. I need to get hired fucking permanently (doing something I want to do) so I can move out, or move to a different city. Bleh.
Going to a restaurant that claims to have the world's largest selection of beers on tap (how would they know that?). I've been there many times before, and it is glorious. The wife is feeling sick, so I'm hoping to convince her to only have a beer or two and drive us back, so that I may enjoy many more of the fruits this wonderful place has to offer. Failing that, I always have gin back at the house.
My parents were married for 30 years and hated each other for 31. Hence, I avoided getting married til I was 35 because I didn't want a boss and not get laid. Now I have a boss and I don't get laid very much. I was much smarter when I was 18. Sad but true, but good luck!
Pizza Past is short for "I can't fucking type". Pizza Pasta, however, is one of the most delicious things I have ever had, and will be the second best thing that I get tonight.
Chalk another up to drinking alone. One friend didn't reply, the other is busy playing World of Fucking Warcraft, and I don't feel like hanging with anyone else. So, cheers you misanthropes. May our families find our bloated corpses because we slipped drunk trying to piss in the sink and cracked our heads open, before the devil knows you're dead. New toast? Boat theme now with lesbian teet suckling: NSFW Also. I've always found Emma Watson attractive in that preternatural sort of way, but when the fuck did this happen? Girl has some gams now. Ladies, never be afraid to cut the hair short.
Well I'm watching the daily show and enjoying a nice glass of wine (found, of course, thanks to winelibrarytv.com). Day full of congestive heart failure. I had a bit of a revelation this week. Struggling to move my ass out the door in time for class, I paused while putting on my shoes and realized: I have a month left of this bullshit to deal with. Nothing boosts your morale like the light at the end of the tunnel.
Come on guys, we're not drinking alone, we're drinking with strangers on the internet! Sure, we may have no chance of getting laid, but think of all the green dots we might get!
Don't mean to be a dick or anything... sorry if that's how you're taking it. What can I say? I have a huge thirst for knowledge, and am out to have fun in life, and I've been doing it for a long time. Part of that fun is enjoying eating and drinking well, and I'm lucky enough to do that a lot. And I like to learn what I can about what I'm doing to see how I can make it better, or appreciate it more, and tend to assume that others do as well, so enjoy sharing that info. Case in point, I got schooled on sake a while ago in Toronto, of all places. I'd always been under the impression that sake was served warm/hot, as it always was when I had it in Vancouver in the various Japanese restaurants I'd been to... some high end, some hole-in-the-wall. I was at a restaurant/bar called Blowfish a while ago (<a class="postlink" href="http://www.blowfishrestaurant.com" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.blowfishrestaurant.com</a>), which I found to be fucking pretentious as hell, but had pretty good food and a very cool ambiance, even if it was stupidly overpriced. The girl I was with wanted some sake, so I picked a bottle randomly from the list, ordered it, and it came out chilled. I made the off-hand comment that it was usually served warm, and the waiter (who happened to be the sake expert), explained it. Basically, it's the same thing I found out at Wikipedia: <a class="postlink" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sake#Serving_sake" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sake#Serving_sake</a> Needless to say, it was interesting to learn that sake seemed to have all the nuance of wines. In short, the guy said that in the same way you wouldn't make sangria out of a really nice bottle of wine, you wouldn't serve a nice bottle of sake warm/hot That, of course, ended up in us sampling a fuck-ton of sake over the next 2 hours. I will say that even though I puked when I got home, the hangover was way more civilized than a red wine hangover.
Went out to eat at an awesome restaurant with an awesome selection of beer. Wife's constitution decided it had enough mid-dinner, and I got to laugh and sip on my black and tan, as she ran to the restroom, physically clutching her butt cheeks together. She's in bed, and I'm drinking gin, outside smoking a cigar and watching the fire in my burn pit. A cold front is coming in, and this feels mighty good right now. Also, just found out about our next company trip. We're visiting several countries/territories on a cruise. Awesome.
That glass was so nice I went ahead and poured a second one. Could a third one be in the future? Only time will tell. Hopefully I remain sober enough to get some Camus in. EDIT: Is Nettdata too cultured or not cultured enough that he thought I was referring to the wine Caymus and not the French philosopher?