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Much news to get through, so I best get to it. This is strictly local commentary-my thoughts and reactions to Don Imus, Duke, and Virginia Tech are forthcoming.
My annual wine party was a week ago, hosted by Jessica and myself. Lot's of wine this year: shiraz, syrah, blanc, merlot, port, riseling, and burgundy. The Burgundy was a Premier Cru from the d'Oar area. It was marked with the AOC (Apellation d'Origine Controllee) meaning it was the real deal. Funny story-I actually had no idea what I bought , so I googled it (I don't know much french), and found out that this is the second best type of burgundy (the first is Grand Cru which fetch at least 25,000 Pounds) I planned to get a Pinot Noir that was sitting next to it. That was until i realized it was Carl and bought last year!
Jess wanted a bottle of "Screamin Jack" whcih was a syrah with a picture of a gaudy Jack of Diamonds with a screaming face that resembled a pissed off Eric Cartman. Along with that there was this limerick on the back:
Jack was not nimble, nor was he quick
but still he tried to jump over the candlestick
He gave a good bound, but missed the grass
now he walks around, with a candlestick up his...rear.
I kid you not. This was on a bottle of wine!
So we had some funny conversations too. I was commenting to Andy and Darwin that the Rose tasted like paper I used to eat in elementary school to piss off Stebbins. I took another swig and conversations like this followed:
Me: Tastes like a mead.
Darwin: Really?!
Me: Yead. Definately Mead. I would say an 8 1/2 x 11
Andy: ::jabba the hutesqe laugh::
Will was dressed in his customary red shirt and Susan was dress in a way so similar that I thought Aunt Cindy was at my party. She gave me good marks for my wine. Ironnically, the favorites were the kosher wines! I confess I was getting qite drunk and started this conversation with Laura and Jess about how I believe that cunnilingus is the best part of sex. Then, in a very poor show of manners, I proceeded to vehemently insult Laura's would-be bridesmaid. I don't remember exactly what I said, but it wasn't necessary. Granted, Kate has an ingratiating way of bossing everyone around at parties, holds an optimistic naivety that makes any convesation with her viewed at polemaic, and she likes to butt into people's relationships where she has no business. Nevertheless, (intoxicated or not!!) I crossed the line of decency. And for that I humbly apologize to all concerned.
Then, to add injury to insult, about 11 , I was fine, then in 10 seconds, as if I had suffered the same blow as Harry Houdini, I lost my head and went to lay down in the spare bedroom. Susan had to pee, and I had to puke. Darwin was warning her to hurry, but by then it was too late. All over the floor of Jess' bedroom. I spent the next...I have no clue how much time at that point. In fact, most details at this point become fuzzy. Next I managed a fever of at least 100(thanks to all the clothes I was wearing, though fortunately, I was able to spare most it from getting spewed on, only to sweat it all like a fish). Jess came in from time to time to chekc on me. I really appreciated it, though I sounded pretty gruff (it was hard to think straight). She just kept patting me on the back, I was apologizing profusely, for making such a mess Then I had to go to the bathroom, which was a challenge because that involved sitting up. Susan checked next and I yelled at her not to come in. I hope she didn't take it personally-I was just trying to spare her the sight of me with my pants and boxers down to my ankles! I finally came out and rquested to be taken home, so at least I could make a mess of my own place instead of everyone elses. I took a look at myself in the mirror and later commented to everyone "El Cid looked better riding out of Valencia than I did coming out of that bathroom." I guess I wasn't as brain dead as I thought because Jess and I were talking about Murray Head in Chess and I came up with this paradoy before I passed out one time:
One night in the Bathroom makes the hard man humble
when he's hard hunched over the toilet seat.
His guts are churning and his stomach rumbles,
while outside waits concerned company.
I can hear Susan at the door asking about me.
Laura and Dave were gracious enough to get back to my place. I wanted to thank them, but by that point it was difficult to form sounds to make words.
Of course the whole night before, Jess gave me crap abou the LAST time I puked all over her place from wine in order to defer for a woman in a bathroom. And I tried carefully to eat alot, drink slowly (except that extremely tastey blackberry), but between the rich food (frosting), and the vermouth-that is what did me in. Nevertheless, they are all good people, and I was happy I put on the event for did. It seems now only a small return for there assistance in my moment (fine, momentSSSS) of weakness.
In other news, sinuses still causing problems. As soon as I get my tax refund, I plan to go to the doctor. Toby gets grass now on a plate. He was a very faithful Toby who stood guard over me during the whole time I was hungover. Such a sweet kitty. I woke up the next morning and he had his paw on my face to make sure I didn't feel lonely
Andy sent me his compies of GTA III, SA, and Summoner, and Kingdom Hearts. I played Summoner 2. Talk about bizzare. At one point it turns into this odd, surreal, avaunt guarde world where everyone wears expression masks and talks in pointless cryptic one-liners. The logosarch was especially so though the concept was intriguing. Plus it was cool to learn they had some top notch voice acting like Peter Renedout and Claudia Christian!
Went out to lunch with Emily and she gave me a copy of SOTE Soundtrack in exchange for Christmas in the Stars.
Played cards last night and Laura and I rocked 500. I kept getting the joker. I watched the last 20 minutes of Casino Royale. OMG! That had to be the most adulterous adaptation I have seen since Gladiator or Goblet of Fire. Whoever wrote that screenplay knows absolutely nothing about Bond other than what they picked up from the Media Matters website. It was painful to watch. Seriously.
Friday night was a good time over at Will and Susans except that Kevin's protege Eric was over there and I had to listen to him. But Susan and Laura (who were both drunk) were quite funny.
Finis
My annual wine party was a week ago, hosted by Jessica and myself. Lot's of wine this year: shiraz, syrah, blanc, merlot, port, riseling, and burgundy. The Burgundy was a Premier Cru from the d'Oar area. It was marked with the AOC (Apellation d'Origine Controllee) meaning it was the real deal. Funny story-I actually had no idea what I bought , so I googled it (I don't know much french), and found out that this is the second best type of burgundy (the first is Grand Cru which fetch at least 25,000 Pounds) I planned to get a Pinot Noir that was sitting next to it. That was until i realized it was Carl and bought last year!
Jess wanted a bottle of "Screamin Jack" whcih was a syrah with a picture of a gaudy Jack of Diamonds with a screaming face that resembled a pissed off Eric Cartman. Along with that there was this limerick on the back:
Jack was not nimble, nor was he quick
but still he tried to jump over the candlestick
He gave a good bound, but missed the grass
now he walks around, with a candlestick up his...rear.
I kid you not. This was on a bottle of wine!
So we had some funny conversations too. I was commenting to Andy and Darwin that the Rose tasted like paper I used to eat in elementary school to piss off Stebbins. I took another swig and conversations like this followed:
Me: Tastes like a mead.
Darwin: Really?!
Me: Yead. Definately Mead. I would say an 8 1/2 x 11
Andy: ::jabba the hutesqe laugh::
Will was dressed in his customary red shirt and Susan was dress in a way so similar that I thought Aunt Cindy was at my party. She gave me good marks for my wine. Ironnically, the favorites were the kosher wines! I confess I was getting qite drunk and started this conversation with Laura and Jess about how I believe that cunnilingus is the best part of sex. Then, in a very poor show of manners, I proceeded to vehemently insult Laura's would-be bridesmaid. I don't remember exactly what I said, but it wasn't necessary. Granted, Kate has an ingratiating way of bossing everyone around at parties, holds an optimistic naivety that makes any convesation with her viewed at polemaic, and she likes to butt into people's relationships where she has no business. Nevertheless, (intoxicated or not!!) I crossed the line of decency. And for that I humbly apologize to all concerned.
Then, to add injury to insult, about 11 , I was fine, then in 10 seconds, as if I had suffered the same blow as Harry Houdini, I lost my head and went to lay down in the spare bedroom. Susan had to pee, and I had to puke. Darwin was warning her to hurry, but by then it was too late. All over the floor of Jess' bedroom. I spent the next...I have no clue how much time at that point. In fact, most details at this point become fuzzy. Next I managed a fever of at least 100(thanks to all the clothes I was wearing, though fortunately, I was able to spare most it from getting spewed on, only to sweat it all like a fish). Jess came in from time to time to chekc on me. I really appreciated it, though I sounded pretty gruff (it was hard to think straight). She just kept patting me on the back, I was apologizing profusely, for making such a mess Then I had to go to the bathroom, which was a challenge because that involved sitting up. Susan checked next and I yelled at her not to come in. I hope she didn't take it personally-I was just trying to spare her the sight of me with my pants and boxers down to my ankles! I finally came out and rquested to be taken home, so at least I could make a mess of my own place instead of everyone elses. I took a look at myself in the mirror and later commented to everyone "El Cid looked better riding out of Valencia than I did coming out of that bathroom." I guess I wasn't as brain dead as I thought because Jess and I were talking about Murray Head in Chess and I came up with this paradoy before I passed out one time:
One night in the Bathroom makes the hard man humble
when he's hard hunched over the toilet seat.
His guts are churning and his stomach rumbles,
while outside waits concerned company.
I can hear Susan at the door asking about me.
Laura and Dave were gracious enough to get back to my place. I wanted to thank them, but by that point it was difficult to form sounds to make words.
Of course the whole night before, Jess gave me crap abou the LAST time I puked all over her place from wine in order to defer for a woman in a bathroom. And I tried carefully to eat alot, drink slowly (except that extremely tastey blackberry), but between the rich food (frosting), and the vermouth-that is what did me in. Nevertheless, they are all good people, and I was happy I put on the event for did. It seems now only a small return for there assistance in my moment (fine, momentSSSS) of weakness.
In other news, sinuses still causing problems. As soon as I get my tax refund, I plan to go to the doctor. Toby gets grass now on a plate. He was a very faithful Toby who stood guard over me during the whole time I was hungover. Such a sweet kitty. I woke up the next morning and he had his paw on my face to make sure I didn't feel lonely
Andy sent me his compies of GTA III, SA, and Summoner, and Kingdom Hearts. I played Summoner 2. Talk about bizzare. At one point it turns into this odd, surreal, avaunt guarde world where everyone wears expression masks and talks in pointless cryptic one-liners. The logosarch was especially so though the concept was intriguing. Plus it was cool to learn they had some top notch voice acting like Peter Renedout and Claudia Christian!
Went out to lunch with Emily and she gave me a copy of SOTE Soundtrack in exchange for Christmas in the Stars.
Played cards last night and Laura and I rocked 500. I kept getting the joker. I watched the last 20 minutes of Casino Royale. OMG! That had to be the most adulterous adaptation I have seen since Gladiator or Goblet of Fire. Whoever wrote that screenplay knows absolutely nothing about Bond other than what they picked up from the Media Matters website. It was painful to watch. Seriously.
Friday night was a good time over at Will and Susans except that Kevin's protege Eric was over there and I had to listen to him. But Susan and Laura (who were both drunk) were quite funny.
Finis