So it was a wild weekend.
Friday night
We met these adorable bois Milo and Derrek and I drank FAR TOO MUCH. I had no Idea I was drinking this much. I usually am very good at gauging my inebriation, but somehting went awry, and I was sick sick sick sick. Poor
I think we shall no more use Sparky’s as a jumping off point when $1 beers are on the table. I just cannot drink as much as I used to, it is a shame. 🙁
And didn’t even get to dance.
Then on Saturday I spent much time recouperating. Ugh. Saturday night saw our neighbor’s 45th Birthday party which was nice – I did not drink 🙂 – the evening proceded withough large !drama! which was very good.
Sunday we helped other friends move for a while, then our Washer broke.
It’s Monday and I don’t feel like I had a weekend at all. 🙁
-=C
But $1 beers! It’s just too good of a deal to pass up. I think the order should be food, then $1 beers, not the other way round. It was my turn to be the sober one to your sicky, poor babyboy.
Weekends are never long enough, tragic.
I know what you mean… something about drinking like that just saps everything out and then soon the weekend is gone and nothing but a hangover to show for it! bah
Yeah. That “can’t drink as much as I used to line” is a good one. I’ve been known to try to use it myself. You know, “the pitcher was only two dollars!” Then there was “it didn’t feel like I was drinking that much beer!”
These rationalizations always end with “sorry I puked on your car,” or “have you seen my boot?” It’s just that you’re getting old. Admit it. I can admit it. You’re getting old. The hangovers and vomiting are obviously all your fault.
THERE YOU ARE!
Bitchwhore!
You could have been dead in a ditch or something.
I have to say, though – good timing. I pull a ‘you’ and you call me on it. Delicous timing.
I don’t know, last I heard Mal’s reformed and drinks less than he has since he was 19.