Look! I remember my password, too!

Hello there, my lovelies!

It has been AGES since I have posted, but there is a good reason – I was pregnant.  And since I am feeding the kid boob juice, it’s not like I can get hammered all the time.  I have had a drink or two tonight, though, so thought I’d check in.

We just got back from a trip to the West Coast, where I did consume my beloved Maple Cream Ale.  We also had other Granville brews (not bad) some stuff from Piper’s and from Bowen Island (ok), and wines from the US West Coast.  We discovered delicious Zinfandel (not white zin) and we saw both Jager Bombshell and Dentaldamn.  Good times!  Plus, we hung out in Vancouver and Seattle and San Francisco and LA.  Woot!

But tonight, I am having the old standby.  It’s aged rum, too.  My grandfather passed away in August (if 2006 was the year of suck, 2009 is the year of death – I have already lost 2 close family members and one close friend, and my Grandma is not doing well) and we inherited his booze collection.  He used to have a bar in the basement that was a full-on reconstruction of an English pub (my Grandpa Jack – my stepgrandpa – was an English expat) and he had a full booze collection.  Never a rye or rum drinker, though, so the bottles he was given over the years accumulated. As such, we ended up with bottles of RYE that were years older than us.  And some aged rum, too.  This drink’s for you, Grandpa.  I love and miss you (and you too, Aunt Flo and Gregger).

 

Yeah! I still remember my password!

Despite a busy workday (and these days, they all are) I wandered back to this site for whatever reason — and totally lost about three hours reading all the shit we posted here once upon a time.  Sarsh was talking all Frenchy like, jager bombshell was making out with randoms, Jogre was all maudlin, and I swore a lot.  Well, times have changes.  I have at least one kid now (Daav’s oats: been sowed far and wide), years have passed, photos have disapeared from the site, spambots have been all over that Happy New Year, Bitches! post — the times they have changed, is what I’m saying.

But I’m here briefly to keep the dream alive.  However, my baby (not Sarsh) is all grunty and awake all of the sudden, so I better go.  Um, peace out.  Word to your mom.  And I have, indeed, dropped bombs.  Hence all the Fabreeze.

 

Irish Cream, You-rish Cream, We All…Fuggit

Halloweenie

So I’m prepping my Halloween costume accessories for Shatton’s Halloween party on Friday. Trying to make masking tape look like steel is a pain in the arse.

But I did it.

So in celebration, I’m having a wholesome glass or three of milk, with a healthy pour of Irish Cream. It’s a sleep aid, so they tell me.

Who they are, I haven’t the foggiest. But they are smart. BELEIVE IT!

It’s been a while since any of us have posted here. But here I am.

And with that, I’ll bid you adieu.

 

Purple

Is there a secret to the drinking of the red wine to excess and not getting the purple teeth?  Because I can’t seem to pull that off.  The alternatives are either: that no one drinks red wine to excess anywhere outside their home, that those who do drink red wine to excess always have toothpaste and a toothbrush on hand, or that I have especially stain-prone teeth.  I’m not find of either of those options, so I’m gunning for a secret that no one’s telling me.  Wine also makes me drowsy but unable to sleep too, which is all kinds of frigged up.

 Elsewise, THX-1138 is good for about the first thirty minutes, but exponentially less interesting after that.   I don’t like it, and as I represent the Everyman, I’m too assume that no one has really liked it.

 

Fakhing sour puss

Things I am too drunk to do:

• interview anyone
• go to the bathroom unassisted
• be up this late

I’ve got about an hour and a half of interview material that I’ve got to cut down to about six minutes.  Should be interesting.  In other news, it’s really fucking late right now.  It’s about two hours later than I usually stay up, so I’m feeling pretty rock star-ish right now. 

In other other news, we’ve had a whole lot of Sour Puss right.  Tastes like Kool-Aid.  Also seems to be as intoxicating as Kool-Aid, but I could be diluded.  If I barf on Jorge’s keyboard before I post this, then I’m perhaps drunker than I think. 

 

Winterviewed

To Be Interviewed

Right now I’m just closing up an interview with Dave. While he insists that interviewing a close friend is hard, it’s certainly hard answering all of the questions.

It’s been pretty cool.

We’re hanging out here (it’s 3:00 in the morning) drinking shots of Sour Puss, which is a Raspberry concoction that’s making my teeth hairier by the minute.

Hopefully my interviewer will chime in at some point.

Watch Dave’s blog for the audio clips of that legendary interview.

 

And tonight thank god it’s them instead of us

Dave, yo.  This is the fourteenth someodd McLean shooter party.  Not bad, all in all.  Lots of strange booze shortages, or at least one part of a pairing.  Southern Comfort and no Amaretto, Kahluha and no Baileys.  Ended up making all kins of random shots, none to popular.  But the important thing is: i got all kinds a loaded.  Wick. Ed.  Also: don’t ever buy Watermelon Schnapps.  All kinds of nast, that is. 

Sarsh says: Merry Christmas, kiddos!  It has been a long, cold sabbatical for me, both with the booze and with Wasted Time.  I am back, at least for the time being.  And just in time for the annual McLean Xmas shooter party (which, we must admit, was quite tame this year).  Mmm…rum and egg nog. 

Not much to add from my end. We are writing this surreptitously from the home of my in-laws in G-twon.  Scandalous!  Back to the O-town we head tomorrow.  Dr. Bombshell will be with us, so there may be additional postings from the three of us.  We will see.  In the meantime, enjoy the holiday season.

 

Christmas Spirits

WTF

As I sit here, enjoying my Gingerbread WhyNatte, I wonder what the fugg has been dumped into the drinking water around here.

Around here being the Earth in general.

Certainly the year has been good to me, but for everyone else it seems shite-like.

People being dicks in general, bad stuff happening, etc.

It’s like the year of two thousand and suck but not for me. Just for most of the people around me.

I mean, I’ve been exposed to dickwadish behaviour, certainly. But really, I try not to let it get to me. It is frustrating, to be sure, but my life won’t end because people are being bucking fuffalos.

 

Howdy partners. Haven’t been around these parts in a while. Don’t really have anything to say, but I’m drunk and home at 11 pm on a Friday nite, so thought that I”d post. And, for the record, I’m only drunky drunky ‘cuz the Canucks were losing losing and Liana fed me a half a bottle of wine to help me drown my sorrows. Then i took a fun bus ride home where I discussed Judism wiht a random who was on the bus on his way home from synagogue. Which was good, ‘cuz it helped distract me from the biting cold and the looong wait for the bus.

That is all.

 

Seven Eleven Heaven

How To Have a Great Evening

1. Receive a lot of pressure from people.
2. Fugg up a simple kata four times in front of the whole class 3 days before your grading.
3. Go home feeling like dung.
4. On the way home grab a massive grape Slushee from 7-11.
5. When you get home pour a glass of rum in it.
6. Drink and play shoot-em-up games.

Now that is awesome.