So there's this drinking contest at my house this saturday and........ no wait, let me go back further..............No, further than that.........still further..........back to a time when....nope to far, forward a little. There, ya back to saturday. That is, last saturday. So i had plans to hookup with Dragonchylde. That was good. But it didnt happen. That was really shitty cuz i wanted to finally meet her. But we are supposed to get together with some other people from the Colorado Group at Casa Bonita. This promises to be good. But apparently she had a less than fucking-awsome birthday. This is absolutley shitty since i feel that i could of prevented said shitty evening from taking place if i had just gone up there. Or maybe not. Who can say? Oh well, I'll just have to save some other evening from the jaws of defeat some other time. But back to the drinking.
Since birthday plans were scrapped, tragic bussiness that was, Savage Henry, Myself and our mutual friend Jon went downtown for some drinkin fun. We wandered down to Charlie Brown's for a pizza, around to the The Cruise Room for a couple of knock-em-dead martini's, over yonder to The Double Daughter's for THE SPECIAL! (which turned out to be vodka and cranberry juice), then up to B-52's for more random drinking. Through all this drinking not one bartender in Denver knew how to make a Singapore Sling! This is most distressing. Anway the other thing I learned is that there is way too much of a competitive edge between Henry and Jon. Somewhere around the martini's they start going on about this drinking contest they had about 4 years ago in which neither of them won on account of Jon getting sick and Henry getting to drunk to concentrate on the contest. So, a rematch is set for this saturday at my place (see we got to it eventually, and you thought i was just rambling, shame on you!). So I gotta pick up all kinds of liquor and clean my place up in preparation for a night of drunken debauchery the likes i havent seen since, hmmm, well since this happened. So not that long ago i guess.
Ok, tonight I guess ill go out on the toast that Jon holds so close to his heart: Here's to you and here's to me and here's to friends we'll always be, but if we evere disagree, FUCK YOU, here's to me!
Since birthday plans were scrapped, tragic bussiness that was, Savage Henry, Myself and our mutual friend Jon went downtown for some drinkin fun. We wandered down to Charlie Brown's for a pizza, around to the The Cruise Room for a couple of knock-em-dead martini's, over yonder to The Double Daughter's for THE SPECIAL! (which turned out to be vodka and cranberry juice), then up to B-52's for more random drinking. Through all this drinking not one bartender in Denver knew how to make a Singapore Sling! This is most distressing. Anway the other thing I learned is that there is way too much of a competitive edge between Henry and Jon. Somewhere around the martini's they start going on about this drinking contest they had about 4 years ago in which neither of them won on account of Jon getting sick and Henry getting to drunk to concentrate on the contest. So, a rematch is set for this saturday at my place (see we got to it eventually, and you thought i was just rambling, shame on you!). So I gotta pick up all kinds of liquor and clean my place up in preparation for a night of drunken debauchery the likes i havent seen since, hmmm, well since this happened. So not that long ago i guess.
Ok, tonight I guess ill go out on the toast that Jon holds so close to his heart: Here's to you and here's to me and here's to friends we'll always be, but if we evere disagree, FUCK YOU, here's to me!
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Man, what's with you and the frogs? Leave those poor amphibians alone.