Brown liquor and why it is a good and a bad bad bad thing....
My favorite bar is closing its doors today forever....Naturally, this made an excellent reason to get Sh*t-faced this whole week. As the bar is shutting down, they haven't done a liquor order in a few weeks at least and the pickin's are getting slim....thus, I found myself drinking a variety of cocktails and shots that I wouldn't normally touch with someone else's tongue.
It all started with the Jack Daniels and went steadily downhill from there....Crown Royal, Jameson, Dewars....yes, I said DEWARS. ugh. Needless to say I found myself having too much fun in no time at all - Yay! Good times, good times...but then I found myself slipping....those of you who don't normally drink brown liquors know what I'm talking about. All of a sudden, hmmmm.....fun? Not so much. I started getting a little emo, committed the three mortal sins of drinking: talking, thinking, and driving - not necessarily in that order - and in short, let my ass just hang the f*ck out like a rookie drinker on LITs. I was the headliner on this week's episode of "When Drunk Girls Attack." And the worst part was that instead of drunk-dialing (which friends should never let friends do) my drunk dial was actually there, so that was like getting a live show....how fun it must have been for him! I hope we shall never speak of this again.....ever.
Anyway, I find myself wondering, along with J-Bean Wang and the incomparable B-Con, why, even with some of our finest liquid moments still lingering fresh on our alcohol-sodden minds, do we continue to think that this substance constitutes a good time? Am I daft? Have I lost it? Have I ever HAD 'it'? And why, why in the name of all that is unholy, holy, holey, wholely, or whatever, am I gonna do it again?
Let me remind you all of the definition of INSANITY: Doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result.
See you at the nuthouse....
It all started with the Jack Daniels and went steadily downhill from there....Crown Royal, Jameson, Dewars....yes, I said DEWARS. ugh. Needless to say I found myself having too much fun in no time at all - Yay! Good times, good times...but then I found myself slipping....those of you who don't normally drink brown liquors know what I'm talking about. All of a sudden, hmmmm.....fun? Not so much. I started getting a little emo, committed the three mortal sins of drinking: talking, thinking, and driving - not necessarily in that order - and in short, let my ass just hang the f*ck out like a rookie drinker on LITs. I was the headliner on this week's episode of "When Drunk Girls Attack." And the worst part was that instead of drunk-dialing (which friends should never let friends do) my drunk dial was actually there, so that was like getting a live show....how fun it must have been for him! I hope we shall never speak of this again.....ever.
Anyway, I find myself wondering, along with J-Bean Wang and the incomparable B-Con, why, even with some of our finest liquid moments still lingering fresh on our alcohol-sodden minds, do we continue to think that this substance constitutes a good time? Am I daft? Have I lost it? Have I ever HAD 'it'? And why, why in the name of all that is unholy, holy, holey, wholely, or whatever, am I gonna do it again?
Let me remind you all of the definition of INSANITY: Doing the same thing over and over expecting a different result.
See you at the nuthouse....
posted by Elle Dub at 1:58 AM
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