Apparently its made by the same brewery that makes Trader Joe's beer, and that stuff has a ton of bang for your buck. My parents live near a Walgreens. I must get my hands on this stuff.
I had never had flavored rum until last night. We went out and bought a bottle of tropical punch rum and it tasted like candy! Then we made jelly shots with it and some raspberry infused vodka. We didn't get drunk (or even tipsy) though. I think we were doing it wrong.
Yesterday I was all sick and stuffed up and congested. Then I got real drunk in the evening, went to bed early, and woke up feeling great. I don't mean "not hungover" great, I mean not even sick anymore at all. The alcohol killed the sickness. Let this be a lesson, kids.
See, I am feeling like I am getting kind of sick, lots of sneezing, sore throat creeping up, tired, etc. I have been wondering what to do with that. Maybe my answer is right here.
Is the thought that "flat" isn't a good way to describe a carbonated drink? Or that "flats" is short for flatulence, and "big flats" describes a side effect?
I am consoling myself after a very disappointing bowl of pho with some nice beer. Beyond drinking alone, I will soon be off to go watch a French movie alone. I wonder which is worse.
Dubstep concert tonight; seeing Subswara, MiMOSA, Knight Riderz and a couple more. Going to be a fun night. Also, managed to nail down the bassline of I Want You (She's So Heavy) by The Beatles. It's a fun song to play, especially with all the slides that go on in the song.
Boy, you guys are losing it. I step out early last night, TX comes in saying she's drunk and wants to prove it, and NOBODY suggests she posts in the boobie thread?! Wow. But, spelling - THAT we're on top of. Awesome.
I know, right? And, I was feeling the vino. I could've easily made some regrettable TiB decisions last night.
We done bad. In other news: my night is settled. I will go watch this French movie and trundle around the corner to the excellent poutinerie and have some disgusting fries with disgusting poutine with disgusting cheese curds WITH EVEN MORE DISGUSTING TOPPINGS. I shall walk back to the hospital on monday and have everyone with a stethoscope listen to my heart just to scare them. Maybe to be extra French I'll go smoke in church, be extremely sexually forward with strangers, and make some disparaging comments about the English.
Wow, this is an exciting Saturday night: The Wife is at work, and I'm sick. And I'm almost out of rum. Tonka, however, is full of piss and vinegar now that he's feeling better. He's been into every thing in the house he shouldn't be.
Went snow shoeing for the first time today, holy motherfucking shit is that a workout and a half, I can barely stand. Also just bottled two cases of smoked porter... now we play the waiting game.
I get to dogsit this weekend! In addition to my two dogs, I also have Winston, an Irish Wolfhound, and Rosie, a 25lb mutt who seems to be comprised of German Shepherd, greyhound and some kind of terrier. The only problem is that my house is under 600sqft, so suddenly having over 350lbs of dog lounging around leaves no room for...well, anything. And my level of dog-proofing needed to change. Turns out that the bottom of the sink or the top of the microwave is easily reachable when you stand almost 5' tall, as a dog.
My wife wants to get cross country skis for us. You ever tried that? I heard it's a bitch, but I've never been.