Meat meat and more meat. That was the theme of this weekend. We had so much food on Sunday, hot damn was it tasty too. We had pork chops, brats, ribs, trout, brisket ... I have a feeling there was something else, but I was too fucked up to remember it. We were drinking Hendrick gin all night long, and smoking blunt after blunt after blunt. Damn was it a good time. I probobly should have ate some roughage, but oh well, I can only die once, and it may as well be from a horrible, painful heart attack where my heart just cramps up and dies.
I followed up Sunday's goodness by going to a BBQ the next day at a friends who had to work on the 4th, so threw a party on the 5th. I ended up at the grill since I was the only one who really knew how to use a grill. People just don't understand the small things about grilling, just cause the coals are hot and not flaming anymore doesn't mean you are ready to throw meat on ... grrrr. Fools, all of them. So I stepped up with my knowledge, and suddenly, the burgers and dogs and chicken weren't so black, and we more cooked all the way through ... well, as cooked as a medium-rare burger should be cooked. Met a bunch of nice new people during this time, and once again, oh, you can guess it, I got fucked up.
I need a break from pot this week, I'm just a wee bit hazy.
I could say a lot more about the weekend, but I am not feeling in the mood to write at the moment. My brain would rather concentrate on drinking the coffee that might allow it to become less than retarded later.
Drank with some britts and celebrated the fact that we kicked their asses out of our country, and they drank to leaving our filthy asses in this country. HAZZAH!
I followed up Sunday's goodness by going to a BBQ the next day at a friends who had to work on the 4th, so threw a party on the 5th. I ended up at the grill since I was the only one who really knew how to use a grill. People just don't understand the small things about grilling, just cause the coals are hot and not flaming anymore doesn't mean you are ready to throw meat on ... grrrr. Fools, all of them. So I stepped up with my knowledge, and suddenly, the burgers and dogs and chicken weren't so black, and we more cooked all the way through ... well, as cooked as a medium-rare burger should be cooked. Met a bunch of nice new people during this time, and once again, oh, you can guess it, I got fucked up.
I need a break from pot this week, I'm just a wee bit hazy.
I could say a lot more about the weekend, but I am not feeling in the mood to write at the moment. My brain would rather concentrate on drinking the coffee that might allow it to become less than retarded later.
Drank with some britts and celebrated the fact that we kicked their asses out of our country, and they drank to leaving our filthy asses in this country. HAZZAH!
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he's still hopeless and the towel has been tossed in
Primadonna