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14 August 2006
I'm completely wasted. It's a Monday. How are you?
2nd the greasy breakfast. Best hangover cure ever. Greasy eggs, bacon, buttery toast, and a Monte Cristo sandwich should do it :-P
Thanks for the welcome back, mike, I really don't want to get into the gross details but ... well, let's just say "dysentery through much of July" and leave it at that. Sober now? :-P
And now I'm going to go to bed. Which is probably not a good idea. But I just can't keep my eyes open anymore. Sweet dreams, everyone, and look for my "oh fuck i'm so hungover" post in the morning.
I was interviewing a guy for an article this afternoon. I listened to him for a very, very long time -- long after it was clear that he was basically just loony and had nothing important to say.
And then it devolved into him accusing me of a) being racist, b) having a bad attitude, and c) being hired by his enemies to bring him down.
I would advise everyone, including people who have a brain carbuncle and think mudpuppie is racist, to drink as much water as humanly possible before sleeping if they've been at the bottle.
Me I've kept myself to a gentlemanly two large fancy ass scotch whiskys and will be retiring soon. My good buddy did me a duty free solid for my wedding and hit me off with the "Elegancia" 12 year old, it's too smooth actually, I realize that for regular duty drinking I prefer the cheaper Irish and the auld wyuld turkah. Oh well, I'll soldier on.
I've had a cold since a couple days after I got back from Asheville (thanks, Delta Airlines!) so I haven't partaken of any mind-altering substances, aside from some wonderful fried squid with avocado dressing at a new sushi place.
Hug a wino today, for tomorrow they might un-repeal the dire old 18th amendment and then we are stuck with near beer and reefer to get our kicks, God between us and evil.
To be clear, I was hugging the wino for his incredulousness at my being accused of racism. I know better, but it still felt good to have someone come to my defense.