I think I have food poisoning
I woke up at 6:45 this morning and vomited for half an hour. My taco dinner was totally undigested.
It may have been the food, or it may have been all the liquor I drank last night. I'd never had an Irish car bomb before, but was was damn fucking good.
So yeah, I vomited for half an hour. It made me think of that episode of the Sopranos where Tony gets food poisoning and then kills Big Pussy.
Basically this is a way of saying look out, I'm going to kick your fucking ass, and then dump your body in the river.
Mostly Awesome
I had a mostly awesome day yesterday.
Waxangel had a BBQ and I will concede that he is the grill-master. I will also concede that Vyeseleph makes the best BBQ sauce ever. Seriously V, you need to give me that recipe. JaiDee laughs more that most people. UnnecessaryZ is not ashamed of hitting girls. And lastly, I will concede that Freyja is the nicest person at most gatherings.
After the awesome BBQ I went home and met my 2 cronies at Hanger bar on 3rd street. We missed the first showing of the movie we'd planned on seeing, but we were placated by the faggiest boy any of us had ever met. Faggiest and most narcissistic. So the gathering turned into a bitch-fest during which I was told by the gay guy that I had nothing to complain about because I had "The best tits ever." Which was followed closely by "Can I touch them?"
After we ditched, let's call him Les, we moved on over to one of favorite haunts on 5th street. By then we'd decided that we'd rather be drinking than watching Vince Vaughn try to get laid. One of my old bartender friends made me my very first Irish Car bomb, and immediately after drinking it I announced that it tasted like I Mocha Milk Shake. We stuck around there for a while and the three of us made lists of all the men we'd slept with and compared to see if there was any overlap. There was.
After a bit we moved onto 2A where David Cross was sitting around pretending he wasn't an asshole and drinking beer. One of our number attempted to seduce him with powerful stares from across the room, but she failed rather miserably.
One of the other ladies and I ditched the third because she was on the phone with her stupid boyfriend and we wanted no part of it. We moseyed on over to Max Fish for a whiskey and a game. We didn't get either so we left when our third showed up. As we walked towards San Loco the one in the red dress and the zebra shoes began to vomit violently, she jumped into the street and puked all over a BMW. It was about the nicest thing I'd seen all day.
We continued on to San Loco and got tacos and margaritas which were totally good. Then we walked towards The Johnson's. When we arrived I peed (yes, in the bathroom), and then we tried to order drinks. I decided that the sloshy feeling in my stomach would not be helped by more booze so I decided to walk home. On the way I threatened to punch a Mexican guy in the face, although I don't think he felt threatened, and sang "Don't stop believing," to myself quietly.
I woke up at 6:45 this morning and vomited for half an hour. My taco dinner was totally undigested.
It may have been the food, or it may have been all the liquor I drank last night. I'd never had an Irish car bomb before, but was was damn fucking good.
So yeah, I vomited for half an hour. It made me think of that episode of the Sopranos where Tony gets food poisoning and then kills Big Pussy.
Basically this is a way of saying look out, I'm going to kick your fucking ass, and then dump your body in the river.
Mostly Awesome
I had a mostly awesome day yesterday.
Waxangel had a BBQ and I will concede that he is the grill-master. I will also concede that Vyeseleph makes the best BBQ sauce ever. Seriously V, you need to give me that recipe. JaiDee laughs more that most people. UnnecessaryZ is not ashamed of hitting girls. And lastly, I will concede that Freyja is the nicest person at most gatherings.
After the awesome BBQ I went home and met my 2 cronies at Hanger bar on 3rd street. We missed the first showing of the movie we'd planned on seeing, but we were placated by the faggiest boy any of us had ever met. Faggiest and most narcissistic. So the gathering turned into a bitch-fest during which I was told by the gay guy that I had nothing to complain about because I had "The best tits ever." Which was followed closely by "Can I touch them?"
After we ditched, let's call him Les, we moved on over to one of favorite haunts on 5th street. By then we'd decided that we'd rather be drinking than watching Vince Vaughn try to get laid. One of my old bartender friends made me my very first Irish Car bomb, and immediately after drinking it I announced that it tasted like I Mocha Milk Shake. We stuck around there for a while and the three of us made lists of all the men we'd slept with and compared to see if there was any overlap. There was.
After a bit we moved onto 2A where David Cross was sitting around pretending he wasn't an asshole and drinking beer. One of our number attempted to seduce him with powerful stares from across the room, but she failed rather miserably.
One of the other ladies and I ditched the third because she was on the phone with her stupid boyfriend and we wanted no part of it. We moseyed on over to Max Fish for a whiskey and a game. We didn't get either so we left when our third showed up. As we walked towards San Loco the one in the red dress and the zebra shoes began to vomit violently, she jumped into the street and puked all over a BMW. It was about the nicest thing I'd seen all day.
We continued on to San Loco and got tacos and margaritas which were totally good. Then we walked towards The Johnson's. When we arrived I peed (yes, in the bathroom), and then we tried to order drinks. I decided that the sloshy feeling in my stomach would not be helped by more booze so I decided to walk home. On the way I threatened to punch a Mexican guy in the face, although I don't think he felt threatened, and sang "Don't stop believing," to myself quietly.
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waxangel:
Yorgo?
waxangel:
This would be easier if you were on AIM