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I'm a semi-regular at this joint and they're big on giving out free drinks. They gave me a free lager because it killed the keg and they gave me, the Wino and our bar buddy Sam From Tennessee (who told some great stories) a free shooter of tequila, so it all piles up. And now I'm hom with a six of Bud. Life is cool.
Er... not because of the drinks, though. I'm a total lightweight.
Anight out with us would probably kill you. I'm on my sixth drink of the night and I'm still marginally coherent. But if you ever come to NYC we'll be happy to corrupt you completely. Just ask cunning_linguist what happened at the second to last meetup she attended.
Every single person I know has made it their goal to see if they can increase my tolerance. I actually had about nine drinks last friday. And then I fell trying to get up my stairs and debated sleeping there.
My neighbor's lucky I eventually made it up. I don't think he wanted to wake up to a snoring goth in the stairwell.
Cokes just makes me want more coke. It may have marginally enhanced a night out at the local gay strip club but with that much penis in your face at one time, who can tell?
That's scary, actually. the guy who lived across the street from me as a kid was a major league cokehead. After he separated from his wife, he'd call up when I was babysitting his kids and offer me weed (he already knew I was raiding his liquor cabinet) to tell me who his wife was out with. I never told him that I had discovered a homemade porn tape of his wife with her boyfreind (long story). His kids grew up to become dopefiends and delinquents, sad to say. But he had a DeLorean that he liked to drive at insane speeds. that was fun when I was a passenger. He was a from a family that made it big in the rag trade in NYC, accent on family if you know what I'm saying.
Well, being Irish/Italian Catholic (and the son of a neurotic, abusive, control freak mom) booze (and weed, and marginally, acid and pills) abuse was a lot easier to come by than disco freak out cokefiendom.
Cokes just makes me want more coke. It may have marginally enhanced a night out at the local gay strip club but with that much penis in your face at one time, who can tell?
posted by LeeJay 08 July | 21:44
Although, at the same bar me and Divine _Wino were at tonight, I ran into a guy from the sales department of the company that I'm a data entry clerk for. After a few drinks we went out side for a smoke and he said "Do you Party?" I'm like "Party?" and he starts making snorting noises. People are insane. new York is a crazy place.
Don't blame being Irish and Italian. I could just as easily use that as my excuse, too (although I'd have to swap the mom for the alcoholic father who walked out).
Alcohol hits me like a freight train, but I have a thing for being out of my right mind. So I went with something that wouldn't leave me unconscious.
At the time it seemed a very reasonable decision. Looking back, not so much.
And I live in Buffalo. Coke is almost as popular here as weed.
I am not at all old, but it's been years since anything but beer and pot cookies. I can't even smoke anymore without getting paranoid that I'm burning my trachea. (the kind of smoke that makes you paranoid).
"Do you party?" Got that a lot in DC but it was usually coming from strung out tinaheads. I've done some drugs in my time but I'm pretty much past it this stage. All I have left is some fantastic memories and mild psychological trauma.
In Bridgeport, my birthplace and residence for several years, the drug of choice (among the whit population) was methamphetamine, which thank god I've never touched. But both my Irish grandparents died of cirhosis at 59, but this is not a therapy thread.
I'm not that old, but I feel like I've regressed back to 21 since I left my husband. Got married too young, so I apparently just picked up exactly where I left off before.
If the sub shop is open, get an italian combo: prosciutto, genoa salami, provolone, sweet peppers, salt pepper and oil & vinegar; the perfect sandwich.
gaspode: Brother Jimmy's makes badass pulled pork, but for real southern cookin', go to M&G Diner on 125th between Morningside & St. Nicholas. Pure old school soul food. I had smothered pork chops with collards & candied yams there. Pure heaven. But it's cash only on the downside, but it's 24hrs on the plus side.
That sounds so good. But it would require money, and if I want to go clubbing tomorrow I can't spend any money tonight.
Not really, they're actually quite reaonable. It's worth the trip uptown when you get the chance. I took vidiot (a North Carolina native) there and he said it was the real thing. And clubbing is overrated. Mainly because they don't let slobs like me in.
Hey to you all, just in from a pleasant second date, a few drinks, and a nice kiss goodnight. It's all guaranteed to go bad by the time I turn around. I'm off to bed now before I do more damage to myself.
hey, connie, hope my descriptions of my antics don't have you fearing for my soul, but my fondness for listen to gospel music drunk has got to count for something, right?
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