I've been getting pretty blitzed every night this week in preparation for what I knew would transpire today. Tonight I had 5 bourbons and came home. No beer tonight.
No, I don't do that anymore after one of my buddies got busted in Houston a couple years back. I'm in Portland with Texas plates so I'd be a sitting target for the cops over here. It's only like a $7 cab ride to downtown.
Judging by that statement, you might be interested in a cosmopolitan or a shirley temple with an umbrella in it.
None. Not that I don't drink beer, I just never really aquired the taste for it. I'd rather drink something that doesn't make me wanna puke.
Think I have a Newcastle in the fridge that is calling out to me. That should pretty much put me to sleep. I save my drinking for Sunday night post-softball game action at the Posse East.
I've tried just about every beer available at the downtown Spec's, but I still can't quit Yuengling. My brother in NYC ships me down a few cases a month and I still love her so. On # 8 right now. Diggin' it.
uuuuhhhhhhh ahhhhhhh, explains it. I'm not going out tonight. Instead I'm drinking Old Forrester with water, not ice (in honor of North by Northwest) while I sit and continue watching Turner Classic Movies.
You read me wrong. I meant "her" as in the "beers". I'm way too comfortable with another message boards' "speak" I guess. 8 beers in this belly ain't a thang. Trust me on this.
So far tonight I've had 14 Coors light, 4 shots of tequila, 1 jagerbomb and a four horseman. I'm still going now ThatI got home from the bar on Coors light number 15 with work in a few hours.
To be fair, I placed this order, although T Rex had had just as many at the time. Final totals: 3 margaritas 12 rum & cokes 3 vodka 7 And yet I'm still up. Damn you, caffeine!
