GPOYW - Of all the photos taken on Friday night, this is my favorite. Also, of all the photos taken Friday night, this is one of the only ones that doesn’t make me ask, “what the fuck is going on there!?” Friday night was interesting.
GPOYW - This was taken on Sunday, I believe, but I could be wrong. The whole long 4th of July weekend was honestly a big drunken blur. And, while Captain Dodd looks pretty lucky to be out on the boat with four of his pirate hookers, there were actually four other guys with us too.
GPOYW - That would be me in the middle of the dance floor at Suede on Saturday. I didn’t want to go out that night, but because a friend was in town for the weekend, I said I’d go out for one drink.
Well, one drink turned into seven. Then I ended up at Huddle House, and then I was up until almost 5AM pigging out on my leftover birthday cake, watching random Youtube videos and getting even more intoxicated with my neighbor.
Despite waking up about four hours later to take my neighbor to get his keys from our friend’s house, and spending most of the day napping before going out for dinner and drinks with friends, I somehow miraculously felt fine Monday morning. Rarely ever do I catch up on sleep that fast. I’m grateful, though, because I’ve been getting shit done all week like a bawse.
Here’s to a long life and a merry one, a quick death and an easy one, a pretty girl and an honest one, a cold pint and another one.
Irish Toast
This Irish girl is ready drink some good beer, make some new friends, and maybe start a few fights. Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
The only times I know are coffee time and beer time, and that’s about it.
My Father
He honestly never knows what day it is. Usually he gets up around three o’clock in the morning, drinks a bunch of coffee until slightly before noon, and then he drinks beer for the rest of the day until he goes to bed sometime shortly after dinner. He also judges the approximate day of the week based on the length of his scruff because my mom makes him shave on Sundays for church.
A few minutes ago, my mom came home and, surprised to see my car here, asked why I didn’t go to class. I confidently said, “because it’s Tuesday.” Really I knew it was Wednesday, but acting like I was confused about the day of the week was easier than explaining why I made a conscious decision to stay home.
The reason being I have a minor cold and really didn’t feel like making the drive out there, nor was I in the mood to sit through a boring lecture and punch numbers into a calculator. A reason to which my mother would say, “not good enough.”
So my father overheard the exchange between my mother and me and commented on how he never knows what day it is. Obviously my blunder must have been due to an inherited condition, something he seemed rather proud of. He then gave a brief explanation as to why the days of the week don’t matter and why knowing coffee time and beer time is more important.
While I’m glad my decision to play dumb for the sake of simplicity paid off, I’m also wondering if I should be at all concerned about how neither of my parents seemed to even think twice about me being so absentminded.
Can I use that to my advantage more often? Gears are turning…
Any coffee named Jet Fuel needs whiskey added to it.
What butter and whiskey will not cure there’s no cure for.
Irish Proverb
I’ve been feeling slightly under the weather these last couple days, and this morning I thought my coffee could use a little Jameson. I’m sure I’ll feel better soon.
Celebrating New Year’s Day with a mimosa.
