Drinkin' at Home on a Friday Night

That fucker needs to send Alex Gonzalez a Christmas card every fucking year.

 

Boise's going to screw around and lose this game.

 

Hmm, I think I deserve a beer after I just spent part of my Friday night putting together a new bookshelf for my living room. Time to join in the festivities. Hi, boys!

 

Whatcha drinkin'?

 

I've still got a few Sam Adams summers left (I stock up on my seasonal summer ales), so that's the first one I pulled out.

How about you? Or did I miss it on the first page?

 

I have a loose tooth, so I decided to become addicted to crystal meth.

 

That is fucking awesome. I need to find someplace around here that sells it.

Til then, guess I'll polish off this last bottle of Old Rasputin, then start on the Sam Adams Octoberfest. Good thing I'm not writing tonight.

Oh, wait ...

 

"Take it from me, drinkin' isn't good for ya."

 

When you can't remember where the living room is.

[/Lorelai Gilmore]

And I'm totally drinking at home with my cat tonight. I raise this lovely tequila sunrise to all of you.

 

Nice, wenders. I offered my cat beer tonight but he was having none of it.

 

I attempted to cut his toenails again and he hissed at me and went to go hide under my bed. Thank god. All he does any more is walk around, meowing at me like I'm supposed to telepathically KNOW why he's unhappy. Good lord, he's worse than an actual man.