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If you're inebriated (in any form), post here! >> sad
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Dec 06, 2011 11:51AM
Have one on me, kids. I haven't had a drink in about three weeks. The last time I did, it was watered-down draft beer at Coop's wife's 50th birthday party while listening to a band playing fractured covers of Cheap Trick and Britney Spears, the drummer in a New York Dolls t-shirt that I meant to ask him about but never got around to. WTF? It was brutal. The next morning my head felt as big as that Epcot orb. Time for a break.
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I drank quite a few glasses of wine last night, but ate enough mac and cheese beforehand to prevent inebriation.
janine wrote: "I drank quite a few glasses of wine last night, but ate enough mac and cheese beforehand to prevent inebriation."We had a lot of people in my house drinking wine, and I'm sure a few had too much. I wish one of them had been you.
Can I just point out that the inebriated post is really freaking hard to find when you are inebriated!I feel the need to entertain Sally, due to the previous anti-climatic let down, but may have lost my mojo finding the post...
That having been said, yes! inebriated, kind of mid-week (at least on a school night) which I choose to blame on the grown up children I baby-sit at work who can't behave without supervision! Now sober I am far too PC to tell them entirely what I think of them, but meantime 'how annoying!!' and childish and painful and uuugh!
You know I think I am a happy drunk, but now I sound like a bitchy whiney drunk...
And I wonder, is Sally entertained?
So, it may take me weeks to find the inebriated post again, but I'm sure I will be thinking of you ;)
P.S. last wine soaked thought - must get a xmas tree..!!
Halloooo. Again. I would feel guilty about being inebriated on a Monday, but I don't feel much right now.
Rick Perry is a dickweed. Michele Bachmann is going to get a whopping 2% on Tuesday, predicts Cynthia.
No matter, Felix. Carry on with your beer and football game behind the ficus. Jim went to get a freshie 6pack, so you should be set for the day.
*hugs back*Did I ever tell you about the worst year of my life? I was a sports writer in Iowa City and TERRIFIED that my editor would discover I really only had a half-assed idea of football rules. Typically when handing out stories, if the athelete(s) were female he would say, "send the girl." He never bothered to call me by name.
Full-blood truth. Press-Citizen, circa 1982. Cured me forever of newspaper journalism. Though once in a while Carl the editor would let me cover the police blotter, which usually turned out to be a hoot.Oh, and I will never forget my wage: $3.25/hr. No benefits, thank you very much. The only reason Mr. Cynthia and I did not starve to death was good family support and my weekend pizza-cooking job at the Green Pepper in Coralville.









