Oh yeah, then there was my birthday, which I really didn't want to celebrate. I didn't feel like bothering anyone with it, seeing as I don't have parties. I tried in the past but somehow they (the invited) always crapped out days before the event. So I pretty much walked around metro SF in various levels of drunk. From Pier 23 to SoMa, walking into semi-decent looking bars, chatting it up a bit, saying it's my birthday, getting a free drink and moving on. Didn't have to show off my titties or nothing.
It was good prep for Whiskey Wednesday.
It was nice to see some of the old gang again (Sper, dpgc44, LadyMayhem and Xtine) and the new blood (Barbary, Baudot and Moxi). If there's anything I learned from that night...
- Mac n cheese, fried pickles and/or tater tots pair perfectly with Jameson.
- Whiskey makes me stronger (or so I think).
- One could spend nearly a half hour laughing at all the Picard and Riker gifs on the internet via iPhone.
- I'm too nice to get naked for. (bummer)
- No one likes Chartreuse but me. Unless you drink more at first, then you'll down the rest of the shot. *coughcoughbarbarycough*
SHOUT OUTS!
Aren't you so lucky.
WOMEN YOU SHOULD OGLE
*click on the pics to open a new tab to their sets*
K BYE!
Glad you like it.