Drinkin' at Home on a Friday Night

Nah. With my cat, he either wants dry food, wet food, clean litter or fresh water. *much* easier to figure out.

 

He has plenty of dry food, he doesn't eat wet food, I just changed his litter today and he has a full dish of water. I think he mostly just meows at me to remind me that I was put on this planet to serve him.

 

Growing up we had a cat named Budweiser. You can guess why. Wouldn't leave people alone if they had beer. It was like catnip.

 

This week's edition ... drinking in a Rock Hill hotel room on a Friday night. Good times. Maybe.

Was very excited for this App State-Wofford game, but App is just flat killing them. They just scored another touchdown as I was typing. Damn. How much does Elon suck if they got throttled at home like this by Wofford? By transitive rule, App should beat Elon by at least 90 in two weeks in Boone.

Also, I noticed my first campaign sign for a coroner here in Rock Hill. Claimed he had integrity. Because that's what I want in a coroner.

And gas is $1.99 at the Texaco down the street. First time I've seen sub-2.00 gas in at least six years.

 

I was thrilled to fill up at 94 cents a litre, Cos.

So I'm sitting here with a bottle of Cab Sauv Carmenere.

There's that, and a bottle of pinot noir. But at least I do have company coming later.

 

Inbetween parties right now. ... Just broke open a bottle of Fat Bastard Shiraz. YUM!!

 

I'm actually drinking at home on a Friday night again!

 

nothin' wrong with that. i'm upset at greg oden for hurting himself, as i would be watching him play right now. also, gregg popovich needs to shave the rabid beaver off his face.

 

I'm not drinking, but I'm eating leftover Halloween candy and my wife is in bed sick.

So I'm here to get some entertainment from SportsJournalists.com. You know, like every other Friday night.

 

Nancy Lieberman's pantsuit is real smart.

 

I was drinking the Biltmore House Merlot tonight. Yum. Decided to skip the Halloween party. My idea for a costume was to dress like a tin cup and say I was a symbol of the Bush administration's economic policies. Oh well. Guess I'll save the big partying effort for Tuesday.

 

Went to see a lame stage version of Night of the Living Dead earlier this evening. I think I should have went to a party instead.