Got the smoker goin. Chops, Ribs and some sausage. Speakers cranked for some R L Burnside. Beer and meat fest with some friends coming over soon.
So after a night of drinking, drunking, and Catholic-graveyard-running, I awake to really sore arms. This is what I get for working out before I drink. And chugging Burnett's Pomegranate out of the bottle. Anyone know how to cut your own hair? Mine really doesn't look good unless you can see the scalp on the sides. The haircut I got two weeks ago was probably the best I've had, but it's already growing out.
Just back from the supermarket where Oyster Bay Sauvignon Blanc was on sale. Got a case of the stuff and times like this I really do think this was my greatest purchase ever: http://www.amazon.com/Cooper-Cooler...?ie=UTF8&s=home-garden&qid=1271528993&sr=8-23
What's the Niagara Falls definition of that, Norman Bates? Yous guys rentin' out the VIP "booth" at Rumours adn keep the Grey Goose flying?
The fiancé and I had our engagement pictures made today. The venue was a botanical garden, and it's a beautiful day here in ga. That place was crawling with hot ass, including my fiancé and our photographer. Now riding back home to drink whiskey and beer, and my fiancé is ok with that. Life is good.
Kids are in bed, wife is at work. Watching Strikeforce, drinking The Macallan, and playing on the net. Not a bad way to end the day.
This is how my day went after going to the bars, and then back to a friends place for more drinking last night. And playing. Woke up this morning pantless. Strained eyes to see where I was, found the pants. Remember I lost my cell phone last night, wait for friend to wake up. Used his phone to call home, following conversation takes place: Mom: Hi Claire Me: Hey mom, how's it going? Mom: You lose your cell phone last night? Me: How did you know that? Do you have it? Mom: A cab driver called, left his number, said it was in the back of the cab last night, so he looked through your contacts and called 'home'. Me: Well that's awesome, there's still some good people out there afterall, huh? Mom: Lay off the whiskey tonight Claire. Great. Located the phone. Called the cab driver, set up a time to meet with him, we were going to be downtown anyways. Meet the cab driver, who is dressed in a suit, get my phone, give him a few bucks and he leaves. I check my phone. Missed texts, etc. Wait. Why is bluetooth turned on? I check the paired devices. Bingo. Cabbie. Mother fuck. What could he have possibly wanted to bluetooth to his phone? I'm hoping ringtones.
Gentlemen (and ladies, I presume): NSFW Happy dyspepsia, everyone! Did you know that antacids only last for a half hour on an empty stomach but can last up to 3 hours if taken with a meal?
Thankfully the old guys pretty much good naturedly put up with me and taught me all sorts of shit on guitar, and I learned all sorts of new phrases like "Jimmy Jabbin" and "I"m a gonna blaspheme that girl." Then they all laughed themselves silly when someone tried to teach me to dance. Fuck you. I can't and will never be able to Moonwalk. I'm fucking Irish and every time I'd yell that they'd laugh even harder. So I'd throw a beer can in their general direction and they'd laugh like a bunch of braying hyenas at the white boy that can't hold his liquor and who showed up with a green guitar. At least I was cheap entertainment for them. Oh yeah, I think I accidentally bought a '62 T-Bird. What the fuck am I going to do with that?
Awesome: do a google image search of "pasties" and you get a glorious mix of barely covered boobs and meat filled pastry pockets. For the record, I was seeking pics of the latter, but knew I would also get the former and that was just fine with me.
I wish I could love weekends, but my sick 6.5 month old is so used to his schedule that it totally fucks his world UP when husband is home on the weekends. He hardly ate anything ALL DAY and is teething on top of being sick. FUCK! I was so happy when the kids went to bed that I almost felt guilty. And now i'm drunk.. and still feel guilty. Fuck. Life is a bitch
I am learning that I cannot hold my liquor. At ALL. After our daily workout, we went to a Jamaican place to eat. Then we went to a Mexican place for margaritas. I had two and was....well, here's a picture. Spoiler