So, I cruise on down to the sweet, almost mockingly pleasant city of San Diego. The only thing hot down here are the chickadees.
I'm here for a wedding, friend of the girlfriend, which means I don't know anyone. Not that not knowing anyone at a party has ever stopped me from being HECK. Did I mention it was open bar for a few hours. Stink. After that, double stink.
Then left, more drank, and it's not even 1am and the lady is passed out and I'm stuck eatin' pizza killing a Miller Lite case softly.
This thread for two reasons: to talk about random places I post from and levels of the beer-oriented fade I currently live in.
Discuss. If you go O.T., I refer you to the Bakersfield Chimp thread.
I am currently drinking Natty LIte from a Virginia Tech travel mug.
not my proudest moment... but hey, it was free.
for some odd reason, while the word "Ganya" was still just a thought-dropping in my head, I thought it'd only be four letters. But apparently it's five. yep.
Dekk, I was there with you when I was early-20's. Natty Lite and watching Dazed & Confused every night. It's like, one can appreciate it in many different ways
so right, like, I was at work earlier, and this kid is like "why don't one of you (the other three, 21-and-over guys) go get some beer. I'll pay for it."
So, being the manager-in-charge, I of course, approve of the idea.
Since I'm the only one with a car, I have to go get it.
So I pick up a case of Natty Lite (with someone else's money, so I can't complain about the brand).
Then at the end of the night he says "take as much as you want home."
and here I am, drinking the last one. I'm gonna finish it off, eat some garlic bread, then pass out watching Chapelle show reruns.
I love my life.
for some odd reason, while the word "Ganya" was still just a thought-dropping in my head, I thought it'd only be four letters. But apparently it's five. yep.
I remember when I was a junior in high school, we would get this sophmore to buy beer for us because he grew a beard at a oddly young age. Natty was the usual, or 40's of Mickey's. Headache brew, but dammit, she's the first lady I ever loved.
when I was in high-school, there was this 30-year-old who used to dated some of my skankier classmates. He bought us beer a lot.
It's odd though, cuz he looked and dressed and acted just like one of us. I didn't think he was that much older when I first met him.
Anyway, his name was John F. Kennedy. I kid you not. We called him JFK.
We quickly got used to it. We just called him JFK.
But like, if I was saying something about him to someone who didn't know him. I'd say "blah blah blah and JFK said.."
and I'd get interrupted "JFK?"
and I'd remember how weird it is to know someone named after a former President. No one ever believed that his name was actually JFK.
hopefully JFK will never find this thread.
was I going somewhere with this story? umm probably not.
I'm done now.
for some odd reason, while the word "Ganya" was still just a thought-dropping in my head, I thought it'd only be four letters. But apparently it's five. yep.
I am going to organize a protest. I am going to get a bunch of tree-hugging liberal wackos to stand around Flower Mountain and refuse to move for any shovel or wheelbarrow.
for some odd reason, while the word "Ganya" was still just a thought-dropping in my head, I thought it'd only be four letters. But apparently it's five. yep.
Exceedingly foul experience on saturday. Had a few beers, but took some shots of the local liquor store's home grown brand of vodka. Just terrible, tasted like rubbing alcohol and it nearly made me sick. I've never been one for vodka en masse, but this was just terrible and totally unappealing. Whew...
i'm making wine in my closet.... you wanna try some?
for some odd reason, while the word "Ganya" was still just a thought-dropping in my head, I thought it'd only be four letters. But apparently it's five. yep.
07-31-2005 08:25 AM
