Re: Re: SNOWWW DAAAATTTTT (drunk thread) I am from a meth "capitol" the one bottle stuff has a much lower yield so junkies usually only cook this way for themselves or small time dealing. EDIT: Also called shake and bake meth, <a class="postlink" href="http://alcoholism.about.com/od/meth/a/shake_and_bake.htm" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://alcoholism.about.com/od/meth/a/s ... d_bake.htm</a>
Back from a long down and up drive to NYC for a client meeting. At least it's a promising lead. In the meantime, the wife is gone for the night, FWB is busy, and I'm feeling kinda listless on a Saturday night. Though apparently season 3 of Archer has hit Netflix so that might be engaging. Ever have that feeling that you're just *this* close to turning the corner on something big? I've been in that limbo for a couple weeks as my new career works on getting traction. Bleh, soon it'll kick into gear, just have to keep putting in the effort and time.
Re: Re: SNOWWW DAAAATTTTT (drunk thread) Can we get a live feed of wasted Crown demonstrating how he will fight everyone, while wearing Ghostbusters shirt? Because I would watch that for at least 5 minutes.
A guy I kind of knew in college invited me to a party at his apartment, and I decided to go because I thought I'd know people there from school, but I get there and it turns out I know zero people because it was all his "model slash actor" friends he had acquired after graduation. I felt extremely awkward and uncomfortable, and when I found him he either didn't really remember my name or was being incredibly model-slash-actor-douchey and kept pronouncing my name in the Italian way when he was talking to me and introducing me to people. I felt too embarrassed to point out that I was at a party where the host/one person I knew might not actually know my name, so I didn't correct him the first time and then since I didn't correct him that one time, I didn't correct him any other time and I felt so awkward, but it took a lot of effort to get to his place, so I tried to make it worth it. I tried to make friends with these girls, but then one of them called another girl "the Urban Outfitters sale section" and so I then removed myself from that group and proceeded to get very drunk very quickly and started dancing because the DJ was great. Somehow this misinformation developed that the guy I knew had met me in Italy and I was an up-and-coming actress from Milan and I was visiting New York for auditions. So, after the first person came up to me to talk about it and I caught on to what had happened, I decided that, yeah, that's exactly who I was and ran with it for the rest of the night. And let me tell you that it is very freeing to blame Being European on everything. Then - despite living on a block full of lofts in Bushwick - their neighbors called the cops and the super at 1am on a Saturday. It was ridiculous. So I went home and now I'm not from Italy anymore and it kind of sucks.
So my whole life I thought the lyrics to Dancing Queen were "you can dance, you can die having the time of your life". Apparently it is "you can jive" Also, Mama Mia sucked.
Re: Re: SNOWWW DAAAATTTTT (drunk thread) I used to think the lyrics to the No Doubt song were "You're really ugly, underneath it all". Rather changes the message of the song.
That's odd, I didn't know that there was an Italian way to pronounce Audrey. Whatever, you can totally tell the difference when you're hung over on Dom Perignon.
I have a hangover that is so bad it is lofting off into the air and infecting people that come near me.
What's with all the fucking questions>!>!?!?! Can't think or answer right now, I'm still hammered I think.
The doctor prescribes that you to go have a bloody mary and mellow out. Then again bacon and eggs are a fantastic hangover cure.
Don't trust this man. He took a vacation to Haiti. How's that drug resistant TB treating you? Green chilies have a restorative effect. I just sucked down mac and cheese with a liberal addition of New Mexico hatch chili sauce. The world looks less dreadful. Never understood why people would throw grease on top of a hangover. So not only do you have a headache you feel in your balls, but you're ensuring you shit yourself inside out. Eat the peppers, how wrong can Mexicans be? Spaghetti Puttanesca also has the same curative properties. Also, this pleases me because I am 12. TP on an automatic paint roller.
The Dom P party turned out to be smaller than we expected but it ended up being better that way, as it was a good group and I was able to drink more Dom than I would have otherwise. Unlike Crown, I'm not hungover this morning. My roommates are hurting this morning and I'm taking pleasure in their pain because I'm usually the one who gets the worst hangovers.
I just learned Dawn Oliveri is only 32. That makes her slightly less hot. Just slightly. Only cause she looks older and has that "its not right how good this 40 year old looks" look to her. That being said, I'd hit it hit it like I can't miss.
Secret to making shows better? Marathon them. Besides watching the first two episodes of season 2 because I just had to. I'm probably going to wait until we get closer to the end of the season and watch them batches of 3. Dawn O. is just fucking sexy as shit. Don Cheadle must love his fucking life right now shooting this show. Fucking hot chicks is one thing. Being PAID to be around a lot of hot chicks is an entirely different beast. Anyway, if anyone is wondering, parties thrown by theatre companies can get pretty fucking crazy.
Now that I can make out shapes again, I'll say this: I hate country bars. Fuck em. I say this, because around here, there is NO SUCH THING as "country people". You see, down in the States people have the right to go to country bars, because they are real country people. Same goes for Alberta. Actual country bars with actual shitkickers. Not here. You have no fucking excuse to be dressed in a way that around these parts can be described as comical. You're not "country". You just like country music, which essentially is crappy top 40 rock with a banjo or fiddle thrown in so it can be given that classification. This bar wasn't playing Hank III. It was playing excrutiating Rascal Flats nonsense. Pabst on tap. Christ there really IS a tenth ring of hell and it isn't Lucifer buried tits-deep in the ice. It's filled with guys in snap-button plaid shirts pretending to be something they're not.
That works 10x better when you attach a regular roller to the end of a leaf blower. You'll blast an entire roll of toilet paper onto a person in five seconds.
I went to a concert last night with my neighbors who are a couple, and their friends. It was all good until the neighbor girl got so wasted she couldn't really stand up. She got kicked out, so we had to leave during the last act, which sucked because they were good. On the way back she decided to pick a massive fight with her boyfriend. During the car ride back she kept asking them why they hadn't screwed in six months, if he's gay, why is he so mad at her, why does he think he job is soo important (he's a civil engineer), why does he hate her and on and on and on. She would not shut up. Needless to say I was slightly uncomfortable. If I wasn't so dam bored some nights I wouldn't hang out with them. She's always dramatic, always wasted. And shes getting to the age (35) where shes definitely getting brain damage from her drinking. Think Korsakoffs. The next twenty years are going to be rough for her. She is one hot babe. She is a hardcore alcoholic. As in she drinks at least 6+ a night and most nights goes for the win. Shes severely overweight, and shes an antagonistic drunk. I imagine she'll be single soon if anyones interested.