Weekend Drunk-o-rama
Jul. 6th, 2003 09:55 pmSo, the overall alcoholic tally for the past four days sees me sacrificing yet another substantial percentage of viable liver tissue for fun and sinning. Oh well.
(edited 10 Jul 03 for my reference)
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(edited 10 Jul 03 for my reference)
( And so it begins... )
( It continues here... )
( Even more here... )
( Does it never end? )
Writinating!
Jun. 23rd, 2003 11:03 pmLast night ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fizrep and I started drinking. At 3:30 am. We need to regulate our schedule.
We found the best Chinese Buffet in the area, right across from the International Trade Center. It was outstanding, huge, and well-priced. We went there to eat on Saturday, and filled up pretty much for the whole day. So Sunday, we go back for round two, and as we approach, we see an array of fire trucks, ambulances, and police cruisers in the lot around the buffet, and black smoke is rising from the middle.
OH MY FUCKING GOD, WE JUST DISCOVERED THE GREATEST BUFFET ON EARTH AND IT BURNED DOWN THE NEXT FUCKING DAY!!!!!!!
Fortunately, as we got much closer, we notice that there is an SUV burned out right in front of the restaurant, still spewing smoke, and all the vehicles are clustered around it. The Buffet, praise all deities on high, was still up and running.
And, as a side note, I finally came up with an idea for a story, and I'm writing it. That makes me a happy panda.
Word of the Day: Extracanonical
Quote of the Day: "Max Von Sydow played Jesus? What kind of evil fucking Jesus is that?" -fizrep
fizrep and I started drinking. At 3:30 am. We need to regulate our schedule.We found the best Chinese Buffet in the area, right across from the International Trade Center. It was outstanding, huge, and well-priced. We went there to eat on Saturday, and filled up pretty much for the whole day. So Sunday, we go back for round two, and as we approach, we see an array of fire trucks, ambulances, and police cruisers in the lot around the buffet, and black smoke is rising from the middle.
OH MY FUCKING GOD, WE JUST DISCOVERED THE GREATEST BUFFET ON EARTH AND IT BURNED DOWN THE NEXT FUCKING DAY!!!!!!!
Fortunately, as we got much closer, we notice that there is an SUV burned out right in front of the restaurant, still spewing smoke, and all the vehicles are clustered around it. The Buffet, praise all deities on high, was still up and running.
And, as a side note, I finally came up with an idea for a story, and I'm writing it. That makes me a happy panda.
Word of the Day: Extracanonical
Quote of the Day: "Max Von Sydow played Jesus? What kind of evil fucking Jesus is that?" -
fizrep
Vacation: Epilogue and Summary
May. 27th, 2003 12:17 amWhat to say? The resurrection of the tradition of having Memorial Day weekend down in DC at marasca's parents' house was a good thing. Traditions should not be broken.
It was good to see Kodos again. Especially since he's getting married soon, which means he will never be seen again by his friends. Marriage does that, and I find it extremely annoying. What exactly is wrong with spouses having friends and being permitted to see them? Grraaarhghg!! I won't rant here, but it grates on me, having to sit by and watch an extremely good friend vanish off the horizon, never to be seen again.
angledge did not sufficiently describe the horror of our Secret Alcoholic Santa night, so I'll elaborate. The SAS plan was as follows: Every attendee at the party would bring some kind of alcoholic beverage that was different, new, unheard of, or otherwise previously unknown to the rest of the party. These drinks would be matched against each other to see how they rated. We had three categories, but only two got hit before the horror dominated our souls.
In terms of aesthetics, Kodiak won hands down with his bottle that was shaped like an easter island head. Funny. That was the easy contest. The taste testing was less so.
The easter island head was the second-worst tasting item on the menu. It rated a "Holy Fuck!" on a scale of one to ten.angledge provided the winner with little Kahlua coolers in three flavors. These coolers would soon prove to be invaluable, as fizrep offered his mystery treat: a bottle of sugar cane-based alcohol entitled Pitu. It was from Brazil. It had a big red prawnish lobster thing on the label. The smell made even Peace Corps volunteers blanch in disgust. These should all have been clues. But we, troopers that we are, continued with the tasting.
I have tasted some foul crap in my time. The vileness of Jaegermeister is legendary, standing with its colleagues Ouzo and Sambuca. But Pitu made them all its bitches with its unique interpretation of "taste bud stimulation." Kodiak wore his unmistakable Sad Face after sipping. Kodos the Microbiologist grimaced and took notes, no doubt for some future lab work that will earn him a doctorate.fizrep spat up his own donation in the sink. I could not make it through a quarter shot before gagging. The Kahlua coolers served well in the role of tasty chasers that purged the ungodly taint of Pitu from our burning tongues.
Needless to say, that donation got last place.
Secret Alcoholic Santa was, nonetheless, an interesting game. We'll have to remember this for future parties.
Other activities of note: Pictionary's 15th anniversary edition contains a "challenge die" to add spice to a routine game of Pictionary. This die does indeed enhance the game by a good margin, forcing players to sometimes draw with their eyes closes, without lifting their pencils from the paper, two drawings in the same time, or (the most challenging, IMHO) with their off-hand.fizrep and I think this might neutralize our normal Pictionary skills. Experimentation is in order.
Touring Washington, D.C. has taken on new and interesting twists. Having not been there since 11 September 2001, I did not consider new and improved security measures being in effect in the museums. So, like a complete dumbass, I carry my Swiss Army Knife (the most dangerous weapon on the face of the planet, let me tell you) into the city. In the words of the Lawnmower Man, "Access Denied!" Lame. Super lame.
Word of the Weekend: CHON
Second Word of the Weekend: Ziggubelisk
Quote of the Day (fri): "It's like aromatherapy for my liver!" -fizrep
Quote of the Day (sat): "Oooo... it tastes like a fat guy's pants in here!" -chaosvizier
marasca's parents' house was a good thing. Traditions should not be broken.It was good to see Kodos again. Especially since he's getting married soon, which means he will never be seen again by his friends. Marriage does that, and I find it extremely annoying. What exactly is wrong with spouses having friends and being permitted to see them? Grraaarhghg!! I won't rant here, but it grates on me, having to sit by and watch an extremely good friend vanish off the horizon, never to be seen again.
angledge did not sufficiently describe the horror of our Secret Alcoholic Santa night, so I'll elaborate. The SAS plan was as follows: Every attendee at the party would bring some kind of alcoholic beverage that was different, new, unheard of, or otherwise previously unknown to the rest of the party. These drinks would be matched against each other to see how they rated. We had three categories, but only two got hit before the horror dominated our souls.In terms of aesthetics, Kodiak won hands down with his bottle that was shaped like an easter island head. Funny. That was the easy contest. The taste testing was less so.
The easter island head was the second-worst tasting item on the menu. It rated a "Holy Fuck!" on a scale of one to ten.
angledge provided the winner with little Kahlua coolers in three flavors. These coolers would soon prove to be invaluable, as fizrep offered his mystery treat: a bottle of sugar cane-based alcohol entitled Pitu. It was from Brazil. It had a big red prawnish lobster thing on the label. The smell made even Peace Corps volunteers blanch in disgust. These should all have been clues. But we, troopers that we are, continued with the tasting.I have tasted some foul crap in my time. The vileness of Jaegermeister is legendary, standing with its colleagues Ouzo and Sambuca. But Pitu made them all its bitches with its unique interpretation of "taste bud stimulation." Kodiak wore his unmistakable Sad Face after sipping. Kodos the Microbiologist grimaced and took notes, no doubt for some future lab work that will earn him a doctorate.
fizrep spat up his own donation in the sink. I could not make it through a quarter shot before gagging. The Kahlua coolers served well in the role of tasty chasers that purged the ungodly taint of Pitu from our burning tongues.Needless to say, that donation got last place.
Secret Alcoholic Santa was, nonetheless, an interesting game. We'll have to remember this for future parties.
Other activities of note: Pictionary's 15th anniversary edition contains a "challenge die" to add spice to a routine game of Pictionary. This die does indeed enhance the game by a good margin, forcing players to sometimes draw with their eyes closes, without lifting their pencils from the paper, two drawings in the same time, or (the most challenging, IMHO) with their off-hand.
fizrep and I think this might neutralize our normal Pictionary skills. Experimentation is in order.Touring Washington, D.C. has taken on new and interesting twists. Having not been there since 11 September 2001, I did not consider new and improved security measures being in effect in the museums. So, like a complete dumbass, I carry my Swiss Army Knife (the most dangerous weapon on the face of the planet, let me tell you) into the city. In the words of the Lawnmower Man, "Access Denied!" Lame. Super lame.
Word of the Weekend: CHON
Second Word of the Weekend: Ziggubelisk
Quote of the Day (fri): "It's like aromatherapy for my liver!" -
fizrepQuote of the Day (sat): "Oooo... it tastes like a fat guy's pants in here!" -
chaosvizier
ok, so to conclude the week and more of adurknking drunkneesss thqt ive been going through. tonight was the epitome of funny and booze. We obviously (kodiak, fizrep and mea) drank a olott, inlding double dstrenght dflaoming doctor peppers. but that 's beside the point.
we just laughe d our asses off. I mean laughed. I mean it wais 4:34 on the clocek wehn we started laughting, and now it's t5;11 and we're still kind achukcing . funny.
Why? I dunno. something was said, and then I said "Oh, look, Larry has his sad face on." why i s that funny> shouldn't be to sober people, but we aren ot sober people right now. So, it wa sfunny. Helluv afunny. Man, I have not sp[ace bar coordination skills. Chemistry is ingrained in my shit. I even know right now that alcohol is c2h5oh. I'm fucking smart.
ddsasfddd
fuck, my tumm y hurst from looking laught ing that hard.
look atfizrep's journl entry, i[m sure he said somethign funny too because he's drukner than a shitbu g right now. Like me!11!!!! Fuck.
Edit: This is a later addition from sobriety.
Quote Of The Day (sat): "So I was just sitting there, and I said to myself, 'Chupacopticus'". - Kodos
fizrep and mea) drank a olott, inlding double dstrenght dflaoming doctor peppers. but that 's beside the point.we just laughe d our asses off. I mean laughed. I mean it wais 4:34 on the clocek wehn we started laughting, and now it's t5;11 and we're still kind achukcing . funny.
Why? I dunno. something was said, and then I said "Oh, look, Larry has his sad face on." why i s that funny> shouldn't be to sober people, but we aren ot sober people right now. So, it wa sfunny. Helluv afunny. Man, I have not sp[ace bar coordination skills. Chemistry is ingrained in my shit. I even know right now that alcohol is c2h5oh. I'm fucking smart.
ddsasfddd
fuck, my tumm y hurst from looking laught ing that hard.
look at
fizrep's journl entry, i[m sure he said somethign funny too because he's drukner than a shitbu g right now. Like me!11!!!! Fuck.Edit: This is a later addition from sobriety.
Quote Of The Day (sat): "So I was just sitting there, and I said to myself, 'Chupacopticus'". - Kodos
Alcoholics Anonymous, Fear my skillz!
May. 10th, 2003 03:37 amThat's right, somehow, for yet another night, I have drunka some stuff. I'm on the water circuti now but before that was gin and tonics and flaming dr pepper s and some shots of apfel schnapps. There was somet otheoh other thing there too. Oh yeah, Hesperides. Woot, I speeld that right. Anyway, that, and some other stuff. Can't remember it all, but I'm kinda wasted now. Perhaps not so good, since Have to get up in about six hours for a karate thing. I'll be sober by the thhen I'm sure. It's only six hors plenty of time to get sobered up. Water glass, you're b my only friend. fizrep is alreay owned. Kodiak isn't yet. Nuit went to bed. Preggers chicks are so boring, wont' drink with us al at all. lame! But we did rub the genie labmp. Fetal Genie says "No Action For You!!!!!" Stupid fetal genie.
Quote of the day: "He got drunk and passed out. Just like all of Kirsten's boyfriends." - Someone.
fizrep is alreay owned. Kodiak isn't yet. Nuit went to bed. Preggers chicks are so boring, wont' drink with us al at all. lame! But we did rub the genie labmp. Fetal Genie says "No Action For You!!!!!" Stupid fetal genie.Quote of the day: "He got drunk and passed out. Just like all of Kirsten's boyfriends." - Someone.
Is It Even Possible?
May. 8th, 2003 11:10 pmCan I be drunk another night in a row? Why yes, I think I can!
So, our boss had a housewarming party this evening. Her apartment is on the 33rd floor of a fancy-ass apartment on the East Side of Manhattan, and the view is sweetness. It probably costs my yearly salary every month to rent this place. Fuck. Anyway, it was nice, and she fed us lots of good food and drink. I'm all wined up now. Sobering up slowly, thanks to a nice walk home, but still. Under the influence, as the police might say.
Tune in tomorrow when the Hive arrives and things really get out of hand. Check out all our Majesty!
Quote of the day: "Nice dress. Can I help you out of it?" -chaosvizier
So, our boss had a housewarming party this evening. Her apartment is on the 33rd floor of a fancy-ass apartment on the East Side of Manhattan, and the view is sweetness. It probably costs my yearly salary every month to rent this place. Fuck. Anyway, it was nice, and she fed us lots of good food and drink. I'm all wined up now. Sobering up slowly, thanks to a nice walk home, but still. Under the influence, as the police might say.
Tune in tomorrow when the Hive arrives and things really get out of hand. Check out all our Majesty!
Quote of the day: "Nice dress. Can I help you out of it?" -
chaosvizierno excuse really
May. 8th, 2003 12:37 amYeah, I'm owned on booze again. This doesn't normally happen seven days in a row, bu what the fuck, here goes ntohing. We drank a few beers at akarate, but I didn't have a full stomach so I got hit kinda early, then me and this other high rianking black belt Ron went out and found a bar that we had never been to, so of cousrese we had to go in and sample its goods. So, five beers, two shots and a gbame of pool later, I am so fucking owne d on pbbooze it's not funny. Here's my journa l entry, have a nice day you sober fool.
\Spell chekc entry before posting? fuck that!
Quote of the day: "Holy crap I'm too drunk to operate a fucking twist tie!" -chaosvizier
\Spell chekc entry before posting? fuck that!
Quote of the day: "Holy crap I'm too drunk to operate a fucking twist tie!" -
chaosvizierPost-Birthday Winddown
May. 6th, 2003 09:58 amThe big scoop: on a scale of one to ten, X-Men 2 kicked ass. I vote it Better Than The First One, and I liked the first one. But I won't give out spoilers here... not that it matters, since anyone reading this probably has already seen the movie anyway. If you haven't, go see it. And invite me with you; I'll go again in a heartbeat.
After the movie, we went out and (come on, avid fans of my journal, you know what comes next...) went drinking! Well, went to Chevy's and ordered bunches of margaritas. Yeah, that's drinking. We're good. Anyway, that was loads of fun, special thanks toangledge for her gift of yummy chocolates (sorry about the train thing...), and I went to bed at 1:30 am, exhausted. Perfect.
Sooooo... Matrix Reloaded. Who wants some of that action? That's right, I'm an action movie junkie. Special effects and combat are all good.
I think I need coffee. Rather, more coffee. I'm done.
After the movie, we went out and (come on, avid fans of my journal, you know what comes next...) went drinking! Well, went to Chevy's and ordered bunches of margaritas. Yeah, that's drinking. We're good. Anyway, that was loads of fun, special thanks to
angledge for her gift of yummy chocolates (sorry about the train thing...), and I went to bed at 1:30 am, exhausted. Perfect.Sooooo... Matrix Reloaded. Who wants some of that action? That's right, I'm an action movie junkie. Special effects and combat are all good.
I think I need coffee. Rather, more coffee. I'm done.
Happy Birthday To Me!
May. 5th, 2003 01:27 pmThat's right, it's my birthday. El Cinco de Mayo, no less. Mexicans love me. I'm the spirit of the revolution!
Ok, enough of that. Needless to say, the weekend was spent with no small quantity of alcohol involved. Anyone who's read my previous journal entries should assume this as a given. So, beer, wine, chambord, vodka, something, sangria, something else, champagne, and maybe something else, but I'm not quite sure.
Today: Sobriety returns, allowing for the enjoyment of X-Men 2 tonight. And after that... well, something. Maybe some birthday drinking. Sounds like a plan. What do you think, liver? Liver? Hellloooo... oh, now I remember...
Quote of the day (fri): "You have no more liver. It's just a charred cinder whimpering in pain." - Someone. Details are a bit fuzzy there.
Ok, enough of that. Needless to say, the weekend was spent with no small quantity of alcohol involved. Anyone who's read my previous journal entries should assume this as a given. So, beer, wine, chambord, vodka, something, sangria, something else, champagne, and maybe something else, but I'm not quite sure.
Today: Sobriety returns, allowing for the enjoyment of X-Men 2 tonight. And after that... well, something. Maybe some birthday drinking. Sounds like a plan. What do you think, liver? Liver? Hellloooo... oh, now I remember...
Quote of the day (fri): "You have no more liver. It's just a charred cinder whimpering in pain." - Someone. Details are a bit fuzzy there.
Holy Active Weekends, Batman!
Apr. 28th, 2003 11:25 amI was one tired panda Sunday night. Between a fine day at Longwood Gardens on Friday, with my valiant sidekicks fizrep and angledge, seven hours of working out at a seminar on Saturday, a fun-filled boozetastic evening Saturday night, and getting stuffed to the gills by Italians Sunday afternoon, I just about reached the end of my rope. Plus, now I'm all fat. Crazy Italians.
Coming back to work after a nice long fulfilling weekend always sucks a little more than usual.
Quote of the Day (sat): "It's like some kind of cyclical remorae action."-fizrep
fizrep and angledge, seven hours of working out at a seminar on Saturday, a fun-filled boozetastic evening Saturday night, and getting stuffed to the gills by Italians Sunday afternoon, I just about reached the end of my rope. Plus, now I'm all fat. Crazy Italians.Coming back to work after a nice long fulfilling weekend always sucks a little more than usual.
Quote of the Day (sat): "It's like some kind of cyclical remorae action."-
fizrepBrain has RAM upgrade; film at eleven.
Apr. 23rd, 2003 12:27 pmAh, look, a memory from this weekend! How precious!
We (fizrep and myself) invented a new drink. Perhaps it's been done before, but we never heard of it, so it doesn't count. It's a shot, 1/4 Goldschlager, 3/4 Apple Schnapps (in this case, Apfel Korn, product of Germany. Go Deutschland!). fizrep called them Golden Apples. I upgraded the name to Hesperides. For those of you who are missing the literary reference, get thee hence to a book of Greek mythology and start reading.
Today I am consumed with emotions. I think I need to consume a candy bar. Sweeeeet candy...
We (
fizrep and myself) invented a new drink. Perhaps it's been done before, but we never heard of it, so it doesn't count. It's a shot, 1/4 Goldschlager, 3/4 Apple Schnapps (in this case, Apfel Korn, product of Germany. Go Deutschland!). fizrep called them Golden Apples. I upgraded the name to Hesperides. For those of you who are missing the literary reference, get thee hence to a book of Greek mythology and start reading.Today I am consumed with emotions. I think I need to consume a candy bar. Sweeeeet candy...
Easter Monday
Apr. 21st, 2003 10:27 amWell, the party has ended. Good luck was wished upon Moose, as he finalizes his time before going into the Army Reserves. Good luck was wished upon Vulgar, as he prepares for his one-year reassignment to London. Good luck was wished upon Kodiac, for other reasons. And everyone else got shitfaced.
In the high-energy Iron Bar Chef competition, the ingredient was... GIN! Three gin and tonics were matched against each other in mortal kombat: Seagram's Lime Twisted Gin, Tanqueray Ten, and Bombay Sapphire. The ingredients: One glass, seven ice cubes, two tablespoons of N&JKW Lime Juice, tonic water, and a teaspoon of sugar. The concentration: After ice was put in the glasses, enough gin was poured to fill the glass to half capacity. Yes, half. Then half tonic water. Then other ingredients. Stir.
The end results: Bombay Sapphire was the winner in a surprisingly narrow upset over Tanqueray Ten. As expected, Seagram's brought up the rear, still providing a better-than-average taste for gin and tonic. Tanqueray was defeated only as a result of the tiniest hint of gin taste in the concoction, whereas Sapphire provided a smooth bite-free experience. Though the discriminating gin drinker will certainly choose the Bombay for his/her palate, those who must consider their budgets will find the Tanqueray Ten more than adequate. For the low-budget party, or for people you don't need to impress, Seagram's will serve your needs thoroughly.
In other drinking-related news, doing Flaming Doctor Peppers with a double shot instead of the single shot will fuck you right the fuck up. Wheeeeee!
Quote of the Day: "She was a monument to bitchtasticism." -chaosvizier
In the high-energy Iron Bar Chef competition, the ingredient was... GIN! Three gin and tonics were matched against each other in mortal kombat: Seagram's Lime Twisted Gin, Tanqueray Ten, and Bombay Sapphire. The ingredients: One glass, seven ice cubes, two tablespoons of N&JKW Lime Juice, tonic water, and a teaspoon of sugar. The concentration: After ice was put in the glasses, enough gin was poured to fill the glass to half capacity. Yes, half. Then half tonic water. Then other ingredients. Stir.
The end results: Bombay Sapphire was the winner in a surprisingly narrow upset over Tanqueray Ten. As expected, Seagram's brought up the rear, still providing a better-than-average taste for gin and tonic. Tanqueray was defeated only as a result of the tiniest hint of gin taste in the concoction, whereas Sapphire provided a smooth bite-free experience. Though the discriminating gin drinker will certainly choose the Bombay for his/her palate, those who must consider their budgets will find the Tanqueray Ten more than adequate. For the low-budget party, or for people you don't need to impress, Seagram's will serve your needs thoroughly.
In other drinking-related news, doing Flaming Doctor Peppers with a double shot instead of the single shot will fuck you right the fuck up. Wheeeeee!
Quote of the Day: "She was a monument to bitchtasticism." -
chaosvizierWell, this report comes in on Saturday morning. Thursday night was several hours of hardcore drinking and pain. Well, actually, no pain, because we're professional hardcore drinking fools.
To sum: Gin and tonics with Nellie and Joe's Key West Lime Juice are goddam awesome. Let's post the recipe while it's still in memory.
Standard drinking glass- add ice, perhaps halfway/two-thirds full.
Pour gin to the halfway mark of the glass. Yes, the halfway mark.
Pour tonic water to the upper rim.
Add Nellie and Joe's lime juice, a splash and a bit.
Add a spoonful of sugar.
Stir.
Drink.
Enjoy.
Other highlights of Thursday night included... some stuff that escapes my memory right now. I'll update later.
Friday day was nice, even went out into the fresh air. Great gods, Cornell's campus has changed a bit. Mews hall? A hall of satanic kittens? Inconceivable!
Friday night was even better.marasca prayed to the porcelain god, but to no avail. The game of Pit was teh win.
Quote of the Day (thurs): "They're fucking like bunnies. Hot naked gay bunnies!" (chaosvizier)
Quote of the Day (fri): "We're all queens in this nest!" (fizrep the gay ant)
More updates later sometime. Maybe tonight during extra drinkinating.
TROGDOR!!!!!!
To sum: Gin and tonics with Nellie and Joe's Key West Lime Juice are goddam awesome. Let's post the recipe while it's still in memory.
Standard drinking glass- add ice, perhaps halfway/two-thirds full.
Pour gin to the halfway mark of the glass. Yes, the halfway mark.
Pour tonic water to the upper rim.
Add Nellie and Joe's lime juice, a splash and a bit.
Add a spoonful of sugar.
Stir.
Drink.
Enjoy.
Other highlights of Thursday night included... some stuff that escapes my memory right now. I'll update later.
Friday day was nice, even went out into the fresh air. Great gods, Cornell's campus has changed a bit. Mews hall? A hall of satanic kittens? Inconceivable!
Friday night was even better.
marasca prayed to the porcelain god, but to no avail. The game of Pit was teh win.Quote of the Day (thurs): "They're fucking like bunnies. Hot naked gay bunnies!" (
chaosvizier)Quote of the Day (fri): "We're all queens in this nest!" (
fizrep the gay ant)More updates later sometime. Maybe tonight during extra drinkinating.
TROGDOR!!!!!!
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Apr. 17th, 2003 12:23 amQuote of the day: "Kyle, could you go to Pathmark and get a sewing kit? You can get money from Freddie. He's in the liquor store buying beef jerky." - "Now that sounds like an excerpt from Hans's Guide to Good Parenting." (For reference, some ages: Kyle=15; Freddie=10)
This is Holy Week, for those of you who have any Judeo-Christian bent to you. That means Passover, and Good Friday, and Easter Sunday, among other things. What better way to celebrate both the triumph of the Angel of Death and the death and rebirth of God? Why, heavy and unadulterated drinking, of course! That's the plan of the weekend. God bless liquor. If I make no future entries in this journal, it's probably because Yahweh or Jehovah or Jewlossus or someone smote me with heavenly fury, which I suspect is not as sweet and tasty as liquor. Not even close.
Second quote of the day: "We celebrated with Liquor, which is like milk, except that it issues forth from the devil's cold teat." (Penny Arcade, 14/4/03)
If you think this entry is tasteless, please send hatemail or hatecomments or a box of hatechocolates.
This is Holy Week, for those of you who have any Judeo-Christian bent to you. That means Passover, and Good Friday, and Easter Sunday, among other things. What better way to celebrate both the triumph of the Angel of Death and the death and rebirth of God? Why, heavy and unadulterated drinking, of course! That's the plan of the weekend. God bless liquor. If I make no future entries in this journal, it's probably because Yahweh or Jehovah or Jewlossus or someone smote me with heavenly fury, which I suspect is not as sweet and tasty as liquor. Not even close.
Second quote of the day: "We celebrated with Liquor, which is like milk, except that it issues forth from the devil's cold teat." (Penny Arcade, 14/4/03)
If you think this entry is tasteless, please send hatemail or hatecomments or a box of hatechocolates.
Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter Here!
Apr. 15th, 2003 09:58 amAye, tis that most hellish of days, April 15th. On this day the IRS wreaks bloody havoc upon all the poor and innocent, draining them of their precious funds and taunting them with the mocking laughter of invulnerability.
Hates them we does, taxinses!
And so, several thousand dollars later, I plan on celebrating my newfound poverty with a drink. Oh Tanqueray, why art thou not a precious deductible?
Hates them we does, taxinses!
And so, several thousand dollars later, I plan on celebrating my newfound poverty with a drink. Oh Tanqueray, why art thou not a precious deductible?
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Apr. 14th, 2003 10:39 amQuote of the day:
"I'll be there, but I won't really be there, because I'll be a drunk bastard." -![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fizrep
We primed our livers this weekend for the upcoming Easter festivities. "Apfel Korn" apple schnapps from Germany proved to be the tasty tidbit of choice, and we consumed most of a bottle. In addition to some concentrated rum & coke, and obligatory shots of Godiva chocolate liquor. Damn, that's good.
I can't help but notice that LiveJournal has a Current Mood, and a Current Music, but not a Current Drink. This should be rectified.
"I'll be there, but I won't really be there, because I'll be a drunk bastard." -
fizrepWe primed our livers this weekend for the upcoming Easter festivities. "Apfel Korn" apple schnapps from Germany proved to be the tasty tidbit of choice, and we consumed most of a bottle. In addition to some concentrated rum & coke, and obligatory shots of Godiva chocolate liquor. Damn, that's good.
I can't help but notice that LiveJournal has a Current Mood, and a Current Music, but not a Current Drink. This should be rectified.
My Live Journal begins here, a spiraling journey downward into madness and chaos.
Actually, I'm just plastered on Flaming Dr. Peppers, which I think is the best way to start this thing off. Maybe later I'll post something coherent and reasonable... but I doubt it.
Actually, I'm just plastered on Flaming Dr. Peppers, which I think is the best way to start this thing off. Maybe later I'll post something coherent and reasonable... but I doubt it.
