Tend to have trouble pacing myself, yeah, yeah. As long as amie doesn't bring the Marines in, I'll be alright. Maybe I'll just nurse some of the Jameson's I bought in the islands...
Hee. I'll leave the Marines out. If this bar table and beer pitcher are in LocoLand, I'd rather the nicely armed and dangerous Marines stay in the land of the sane.
<wonders what happens if amie keeps getting plied with liquor> Another round, anyone?
It only burns like liquid fire for the first couple shots. After that it's smooth sailing. Heh.
As the good captain said on our cruise, while warning us about the Killer Bees at Sunshines on Nevis: "Do NOT have more than 3. I won't like it and you will hate yourself later. If your lips go numb after the first one, stop there."
Really? I seem to recall it not being so good, but then my memory is a bit hazy. I seem to remember pitchers of Schmidt Dark. And lots of shots. Wood-tip cigarellos.
It's actually really boring. I got a DWI driving from the bar to Taco John's while we were out celebrating the fact that Sparky graduated from College.
Sad, ain't it? I walked through the drive through and had some of the tastiest treats on Earth (oh, those Potato Oles with sour cream & green sauce) in your honor after they hauled you away, you know. :)
I waited several years afterwards to get mine - I was alone, became cognizant of my surroundings by the colored lights swirling across my face in a running parked car in the parking lot of a shopping mall at 1:30 AM. I was only about 25 miles short of my goal. I agree, at least no one got killed. I was profoundly grateful for this later after I grew up a little and quit behaving like that - also bolstered a belief in guardian angels.
I'm glad I did. The mandatory 72 hour lock-in the state of MN forces you to attend after your first DWI was a bit of a wake-up for me. I hadn't realized before that how far I had slid down the dysfunctional path. I don't know where I might have wound up if not for the arrest. We are the products of our past, so I definitely wouldn't be the same Sparky. Some might argue that would be a good thing.
<grin>
The fingerprinting wasn't bad. The guy who tried to make me blow in the breathalyzer wasn't nice though - kept screaming at me to blow harder (evidently I wasn't making the machine register - heavy smoker at the time, and really drunk) - I told him if I blew any harder I was going to blow chunks into his machine. Hee.
Shucks, it weren't nothin'.
<blushes>
That's t'warn't, you twit.
as in:
Shucks, t'warn't nothin' ma'am.
<Bows before the superior redneck> 'tever you say, paydreau.
Y'all's makin' me loco.
that's a short trip, amigo.
hee.
And I'm there holding a table for you with a pitcher of brew.
Good thing it's a short trip then.
yeah, 'cause otherwise that pitcher would be empty.
Exactly. I know you...
Tend to have trouble pacing myself, yeah, yeah.
As long as amie doesn't bring the Marines in, I'll be alright. Maybe I'll just nurse some of the Jameson's I bought in the islands...
Hee. I'll leave the Marines out. If this bar table and beer pitcher are in LocoLand, I'd rather the nicely armed and dangerous Marines stay in the land of the sane.
But I'm here. Of course.
<slides into chair, fills mug>
Woo hoo! Shots all around! (pours shots of Jameson's, just to annoy Frosti, who really doesn't like whisky)
What does he know.
He knows whiskey tastes like liquid fire.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
<takes Frosti's glass from in front of him> Here, I'll take care of this for you.
<wonders what happens if amie keeps getting plied with liquor>
Another round, anyone?
It only burns like liquid fire for the first couple shots. After that it's smooth sailing. Heh.
As the good captain said on our cruise, while warning us about the Killer Bees at Sunshines on Nevis: "Do NOT have more than 3. I won't like it and you will hate yourself later. If your lips go numb after the first one, stop there."
Dr McGillicuddy's, anyone?
I don't know exactly what the hell it is, but I'll try it. Is this revenge for the Old Overholt shots at Ralph's?
Old Overshoe? Nah, that was good...
The Dr. is schnapps.
Really? I seem to recall it not being so good, but then my memory is a bit hazy. I seem to remember pitchers of Schmidt Dark. And lots of shots. Wood-tip cigarellos.
Woog.
Sorry, I forgot the
<sarcasm> tag. It was baaaad.
Was that the night I got arrested?
Why, I believe it might have been. I don't really recall. At least you didn't let them give me the keys.
<puts head down on table. snores loudly>
Arrested, Frosti? Do tell.
<shakes head ruefully>
You go first, Frosti.
Tell!
Oh, it's a tale of adventure, fencing, true love...
Or, in a more realistic vein. It's a tale of adventure, celebration, bonding, and tacos.
(You're a tease.)
Is this a kissing book?
<edit> Murdered by pirates is good. I'll try to stay awake.
It's actually really boring. I got a DWI driving from the bar to Taco John's while we were out celebrating the fact that Sparky graduated from College.
Naughty naughty boys.
I'm glad no one was kilt.
<edit> Esp youse two.
We were only going 4 blocks.
Sad, ain't it? I walked through the drive through and had some of the tastiest treats on Earth (oh, those Potato Oles with sour cream & green sauce) in your honor after they hauled you away, you know. :)
I waited several years afterwards to get mine - I was alone, became cognizant of my surroundings by the colored lights swirling across my face in a running parked car in the parking lot of a shopping mall at 1:30 AM. I was only about 25 miles short of my goal.
I agree, at least no one got killed. I was profoundly grateful for this later after I grew up a little and quit behaving like that - also bolstered a belief in guardian angels.
You're such a Friend.
I've never been arrested. By all accounts I should be about 20 years dead, but I never got arrested.
I'm glad I did. The mandatory 72 hour lock-in the state of MN forces you to attend after your first DWI was a bit of a wake-up for me. I hadn't realized before that how far I had slid down the dysfunctional path. I don't know where I might have wound up if not for the arrest. We are the products of our past, so I definitely wouldn't be the same Sparky. Some might argue that would be a good thing.
<grin>
I did finally get fingerprinted when I took a job at the embassy.
The fingerprinting wasn't bad. The guy who tried to make me blow in the breathalyzer wasn't nice though - kept screaming at me to blow harder (evidently I wasn't making the machine register - heavy smoker at the time, and really drunk) - I told him if I blew any harder I was going to blow chunks into his machine. Hee.
Hee, eeewwww, hee.
.19 at 2:30 AM. Still walking, talking, driving. Scary.
Yikes.
I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Hee.
thankfully, my tolerance has decreased down into the realm of junior lightweight again.
I was young and foolish then, I feel old and foolish now.
Y'all havin' a party here while I was gone? Pick up the empties at least, would ya?
Old and foolish and unreasoned?
Hey, no need to kick a guy when he's down!
Hee. I was just reading your tagline...
I was just quoting They Might Be Giants.
I keep hearing good things about them but wouldn't know any of their work if it kicked me in the shins.
No? You poor deprived thing.
Yeah, I'm pitiful.
There there.
See there're times to say "there there dear" and other times to say "I'll burn you a copy" and I think you're getting them confused.