Oh, God...how do I get these radioactive hornets out of my skull?
I went over to my buddy DG's house last night, and I notice this sapphire-blue Porsche Boxter in front. DG is a Toy Guy...snowmobiles, the baddest Harley in St. Paul, etc. Turns out it isn't his, but it is his brother's and he had traded his SUV for a few days.
So, we went motoring. What a sweet ride! In the course of motoring, we found ourselves back in our old stomping grounds & swung into Jerseys, which is always an instant high school reunion. After a couple Newcastles, ran into my old friend James. "Hey, dudes...havin' some people over tonight & grilling! Come on!" So, we did.
Spun over to James', and despite the wind & the 25 degree weather, he had a bonfire going in his backyard & the grill all fired up. My old partner-in-crime Nico was there, hadn't seen him in almost a year. Summit Pale Ale flowed like water while Nico & I BS'ed and DG made crude passes at the few women at the gathering.
Then, as often happens at such events, the bottles appeared and incoherent toasts were uttered. First Jagermeister, then some stuff that tasted interesting, then Cabo, then Rumple Minze.
My evening came to an end at 10:45 as DG loaded me into the Boxter to cart my ass home.
Two big bonuses: I never puked, and the shots came so quickly that I didn't have a chance to make a right royal ass of myself!
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Edit to qualify last statement: I guess it depends on who you ask. When I got home, I called BHL. She said "I'm just going to say goodnight before this conversation has a chance to disintegrate." Talked to her this afternoon, and she just said "I just can't stand talking to you when you're drunk. I hate drunks." Jeez...
I went over to my buddy DG's house last night, and I notice this sapphire-blue Porsche Boxter in front. DG is a Toy Guy...snowmobiles, the baddest Harley in St. Paul, etc. Turns out it isn't his, but it is his brother's and he had traded his SUV for a few days.
So, we went motoring. What a sweet ride! In the course of motoring, we found ourselves back in our old stomping grounds & swung into Jerseys, which is always an instant high school reunion. After a couple Newcastles, ran into my old friend James. "Hey, dudes...havin' some people over tonight & grilling! Come on!" So, we did.
Spun over to James', and despite the wind & the 25 degree weather, he had a bonfire going in his backyard & the grill all fired up. My old partner-in-crime Nico was there, hadn't seen him in almost a year. Summit Pale Ale flowed like water while Nico & I BS'ed and DG made crude passes at the few women at the gathering.
Then, as often happens at such events, the bottles appeared and incoherent toasts were uttered. First Jagermeister, then some stuff that tasted interesting, then Cabo, then Rumple Minze.
My evening came to an end at 10:45 as DG loaded me into the Boxter to cart my ass home.
Two big bonuses: I never puked, and the shots came so quickly that I didn't have a chance to make a right royal ass of myself!
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Edit to qualify last statement: I guess it depends on who you ask. When I got home, I called BHL. She said "I'm just going to say goodnight before this conversation has a chance to disintegrate." Talked to her this afternoon, and she just said "I just can't stand talking to you when you're drunk. I hate drunks." Jeez...
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rubydoll:
apparently, you haven't seen my bony body. There is no way that I could/would kick your ass, silly. I'm don't prefer violence. 
I am glad you think I am lovely though.
apparently, you haven't seen my bony body. There is no way that I could/would kick your ass, silly. I'm don't prefer violence. I am glad you think I am lovely though.
hexe_____:
thanks.