A little help, please
Next time I go off guns blazing on a Friday about getting that Guinness, or a dozen Guinnesses...someone out there has to remind me to eat as well. Can I rely on any of you guys to do that for me? I am my own worst enemy, and my liver don't like me too much neither.
Thanks.
Thanks.
posted by Andraste at 2:04 PM
14 Comments:
Same thing happened to me yesterday. I know I need to eat, but *whines* food takes up so much space in your stomach that could be filled with beer instead, and the time it takes to live that food to your mouth and chew it could be three or four sips. My trick is to have something rather large to eat a few hours before the drinking begins, like try skipping breakfast and then having a huge lunch, and your tummy is satisfied and ready for a good drinking session...
You gotta see this. Compliments of my 12 year old dauhgter. You won't be sorry.
http://www.big-boys.com/articles/numanuma.html
I saw that clip awhile ago. It never fails to entertain!
The things I could have done in high school with a web cam and a high embarrassment threshold. I shudder to think of it.
I wore my light blue Crocs today at the beach and thought of my friend at the Horse's Ass Pub...
I will remind you to eat with the Guinness if you remind me that drowning one's sorrows re: the Sox game in chocolate martinis AFTER imbibing many beers during the game is perhaps not the best idea. Because, ow.
Kristen, I feel you, man. You know what, though...after yesterday's game, a chocolate martini would have done me righteously. My deadly combo was many Guinnesses followed by several Cider Jacks. One goddamn run...by a steroid criminal...off MY BOY Wake...who spun a beauty otherwise. There are so many ways that's just...wrong. Can't...talk...for...rage.
Seriously? I have not been this mad about the outcome of a game since Game 7 of the 2003 ALCS. If someone can explain to me logically and without using the phrase "neener, neener!" why Giambi is allowed to play professional baseball, I might consider leaving the Macedonian village intact. If not, and I suspect not, then the fucking peasants are getting pillaged.
Word.
I am taking some teeny tiny solace, however, in the fact that our catcher broke theirs Friday night. Not very grievously, but it's the little things like that that make me smile.
Are we gonna have a problem when my Rangers kneecap and bloody your Broons all over the ice? (Listen to Fof3 getting all violent...I like the new me!!)
I'm still so pissed off at the NHL and players' union from last year, I will have a tough time caring about hockey at all this year. Now that you've kinda laid the gauntlet here though, I'll keep an eye out for those games, so I can taunt you back.
Hockey talk! Can it be true? Oh joy! I am fearing my blog will become a veritable wasteland once baseball season ends but if we're trash talking re: the hockey, count me in! I love me some hockey.
Bring it!
As an avid Mets fan (and therefore a Yankee hater) I agree with you on the bad luck of the Bosox yesterday. The Yankees are the bane (sp?) of my existence.
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