Happy Get-Pissed Day, everybody!! WOO!!!
Yeah, so it's been quite a night so far. Went downtown with Beat24, my brother, and some friends from work, and got utterly shitfaced on Guinness and Irish Car Bombs. Everybody got to see first hand why I don't often hang out with my brother. When he's sober, he's an unbearable dork. When he's had a few, he's an unbearable and talkative dork. And when he's had several, he's an overbearing, talkative, and reckless dork. Ah, well. I still have to love him, as he is family.
Anyway, we hit up The Library first, which was entertaining for a time. Good specials on Guinness and Irish Car Bombs. Then we wandered over to Anodyne, which was just the same old place it always is, regardless of what transpires in the outside world. Then we went back to the Library to drink more car bombs, but by that time they had switched to serving them up in plastic cups, which meant that the stupid shot of Bailey's and Bushmills floated on top of the Guinness, which kinda defeats the purpose. Then we wandered over to the Atomic Cantina (my stomping grounds), where we discovered they had pretty much the exact same special as the Library, but without the stupid people. So we hung out there until it became obvious that I needed to steer us in a direction that would get my brother closer to bed, as it became more and more obvious that he needed to just be put down for the night. So, a quick trip to the Frontier sealed the evening as everybody dispersed.
Now, I'm sitting at home debating the benefits and drawbacks of going out to one of the many parties I've been invited to, versus just staying home and getting a good night's sleep. It would certainly be a good idea to rest up from this stupid cold I've come down with.
On the other hand...It's still St. Patrick's Day.
We'll see what happens, I guess.
Yeah, so it's been quite a night so far. Went downtown with Beat24, my brother, and some friends from work, and got utterly shitfaced on Guinness and Irish Car Bombs. Everybody got to see first hand why I don't often hang out with my brother. When he's sober, he's an unbearable dork. When he's had a few, he's an unbearable and talkative dork. And when he's had several, he's an overbearing, talkative, and reckless dork. Ah, well. I still have to love him, as he is family.
Anyway, we hit up The Library first, which was entertaining for a time. Good specials on Guinness and Irish Car Bombs. Then we wandered over to Anodyne, which was just the same old place it always is, regardless of what transpires in the outside world. Then we went back to the Library to drink more car bombs, but by that time they had switched to serving them up in plastic cups, which meant that the stupid shot of Bailey's and Bushmills floated on top of the Guinness, which kinda defeats the purpose. Then we wandered over to the Atomic Cantina (my stomping grounds), where we discovered they had pretty much the exact same special as the Library, but without the stupid people. So we hung out there until it became obvious that I needed to steer us in a direction that would get my brother closer to bed, as it became more and more obvious that he needed to just be put down for the night. So, a quick trip to the Frontier sealed the evening as everybody dispersed.
Now, I'm sitting at home debating the benefits and drawbacks of going out to one of the many parties I've been invited to, versus just staying home and getting a good night's sleep. It would certainly be a good idea to rest up from this stupid cold I've come down with.
On the other hand...It's still St. Patrick's Day.
We'll see what happens, I guess.
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1. healthy shot of burben.
2. tea spoon of honey.
3. couple of drops of lemon.
4. microwave for 30 to 45 seconds.
5. drink and go to bed.
6. cold is gone in no time.