I'm just going to confirm that when beer freezes it isn't quite as disguising as one might think. And it totally still gets you drunk and gives you an excuse for making poor choices. Just saying.
Not scared of sobriety, I just absolutely hate drinking without embracing oblivion at the end of it. Right now I have one or maybe two sips left of my pint can, then nothing. I am drunk, no doubt about that, however I wish I had more to drink so I could get so drunk I could pass out. As no shops are open, that means all the money I've spend, and every drop drunk, is wasted if I don't end up completely drunk. And to me, that is my greatest fear.
In soberer news I'm going to the drive in tonight for the first time in probably eight years. It'll be the gf's first experience at one. Keep your fingers crossed that it will end up like last time with me getting a handjob in the first fifteen minutes, getting bored with the movie and leaving.
When I was living in Inwood (for non-NYCers, that's the ghetto past Washington Heights, which is the ghetto part Harlem, but it's nicer than both of those) I'd go down to my bodega with $3 and leave with a sixpack of High Life (3 24oz cans). The fridge there was never cold enough to consume that shit, so I'd pop them in the freezer. Naturally, by the time I got to the third one, it was frozen. Trouble with frozen beer is that you can't pop the top. Ice floats, so it all forms at the top. It will crack the tiniest bit, at which point it just begins to foam. And foam. And foam. It will go for several minutes at a rate just slow enough that you think you can drink it, but no, you will always lose.
If you deep throat the bottle and let it foam (and foam, and foam, and foam, and foam) it's kind of fun. And messy. And I'm sure it makes you look like a sloppy whore. But heyyyyyyyy I'm drunk on icy beer.
How do I get 'elite' female poster status. I don't want to be regular. Chuck Palahniuk would be so mad. So would mom. And God.