Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Had drinks and snacks and drinks and drinks
(in that order)
with the girls last night for a
belated birthday celebration.
A motley crew, to say the least.
One Guinness was all I ordered.
Lady Fairchilde decided she didn't like Guinness
and pushed her pint over to me.
There's no accounting for taste.
And M'Licious orders a round of
Swedish Berry shooters.
It was like Kool-Aid for grownups.
Not the wisest choice on a school night,
but I had a great time
and for a drinking light-weight,
I was none the worse for wear this morning.
Which probably isn't a good thing.
It sends the wrong message.
The message should be:
yurrr no 20 inee moorrre, hen.
ye canny be doin' this ta yurrrrself.
Instead, the message is:
ack, hen! trrreeee? Ohneee trrreeee?
ya kin do bettah 'n dat!
Since the group agreed that
this should be a monthly
it may be difficult to ignore the voices that cheer me on.
Even if they're speaking with a drunken Scottish slur.