One Bourbon, one scotch and eight beers

Actually, it was seven beers, one Scotch, one Bourbon and one beer.

Still going.

Anyone else?

 

That's what Jim Morrison liked to call breakfast.

 

Man, sounds great. I'm taking a night off, though. Wish I was in that same place, but my body insists on being treated like a temple tonight, as opposed to my usual habit of treating it like an amusement park.

Enjoy!

 

I'm enjoying a large Sprite from Wendy's. The beer will come into play this weekend.

 

I embibbed on eight Lone Star's, one shot of Jager (sp?), one Grey Goose martini, one Glenlevit, one Woodford Reserve and, now, Budweiser -- to finish off the night.

Wow. I'm toasted.

 

Hope you don't have to work in the morning.

 

Class at 9.

 

Somewhere in your gut, the Glenlivet is stomping its Gallic, Teutonic and Kentuckian rivals. Like a Shakespearean sonnet bitch-slapping a bunch of MySpace emo poems.

May I suggest a few glasses of water.

 

I drank my last bottle of water at 1800. I do have a Dixie Cup, though.

The Bourbon is winning.

By far.

 

Hmm, the full-bodied domestic bourbon buzz overwhelms the smoothness of the Scotch, the airy vodka and the freaky Jaeger. I think the beer sided with the bourbon. Never underestimate beer.

 

The dude abides. Don't get me wrong. I like nothing better than a smooth Bud, but Woodford Reserve with a good, heavy cigar can't be beat.

 

I would suggest vomiting.