Dragged to Jacks Bait Shack

[lynnayamoon]

*hiccup*
yesh i has two mush two dribink and chould go two bed.

fuggin crab legsch.

*hiccup*

damnm i'm Irisch.

(the preceding spelling faux pas was in effort to enunciate the drunkeness i am expelling.)

*hiccup*

Jack Daniels Gawdammit and Blackhaus Bombs will do that to you.

Comments

[drakkar]

Bah..and not drunk on ICQ so I can see how fun you are toasted! :-P

[indigentia]

I went to a show last night in Los Angeles, and I find out when I get there that they didn't sell alcoholic beverages inside, so me and my ladyfriend went across the street to this bar called 'Yesteryears', which by the way, was a positively dreary, dull shindig, with about 8 people inside, not counting an incredibly droll and unoriginal malt-o-meal white boy rock band. They had booze, though, and that was all that mattered. The bar itself was squired by a friendly but decidedly un-barkeep-ish 60-ish older woman that reminded me of my grandmother, which is disturbing when you're trying to get plowed. Anyhow, I had two Bacardis on the rocks and thought that'd be enough, considering our bar tab was nearly $30 for four drinks, ouch. So we made our exit and went back across the way to our original destination. I wound up only being slightly buzzed though, dammit.

I don't know what this had to do with anything, but I hear 'alcohol' and feel compelled to share my most recent booze story.