Time for...A FRIDAY NIGHT DRUNK THREAD!!!

OK. I have big plans for Cinco de Mayo ( ), so I'm staying in tonight. But I decided to have a little drinkie-drinkie anyhow.

The thread is open for bidness.

My life sucks...

So anyways, first things first.

I had me a nice Widmer hef with dinner, and now I'm having me a nice spiced rum on ice with pineapple juice and a wedge of lime--big tall glass.

And I thought I'd mention how much my life sucks. Although I'm surrounded by half an ocean on all four sides--no more than an hour from the coast anywhere on the island--the surf has been largely crappy. Oh, its okay sometimes--when I'm at work. But I'm hard pressed to find waves over 2' most weekends. So instead I wind up snorkeling in the pure blue waters, looking for tropical fish. And even that sucks! I forgot my snorkeling gear in Portland, so I had to go to the store and buy some more.

Oh, what else? Because the weather is consistently 80 degrees, maybe with a little drizzle overnight, I never have an excuse to wear long sleeves--or dress up. In fact, if you venture out wearing much more than cargo shorts, a ratty t-shirt, and $3 flip-flops (they call 'em "slippers" here), people look at you like you are from outer space. (Hell, because of the weather out here, I'm sitting around, typing this in boxers, and I still feel overdressed.)

Oh, and it's hard to go anywhere without being able to get really, really fresh seafood.

And the cost of living is outrageous here, so they pay me obscene amounts of money for my job. And since my boss is out a lot, and no one really knows what I do, I have to find things to do during the day to amuse myself.

And finally, I have maid service. That means that if I plan to sleep past 9 on Sunday, I'd better hang a "do not disturb" sign on my door. And then I need to make the bed myself.

How can you be surrounded on all four sides by half an ocean?

You need to drink more.

You're making too much sense!!

I got wasted 2nite, and I'm about to take some hangover shit and pass out.............

Half the Pacific is north of me, half is south. Half the Pacific is on my west, half on my east.

The rum is just kicking in. I'm starting to get that Novocaine-y fell. All. Over. My body.

Well played, friend.

I managed to convince some of the girls in my class to visit a strip club with me. Needless to say, it's been a pretty kickass night.

Fuck, I just don't want to wake up with a massive hangover tomorrow. I got work to do.

I hate you.



Anyway, over the years I've been Growing as a Person*. This year I finally tried sushi. Out here in Hawaii they have something called poke. It's basically raw fish, Hawaiian-style. It actually sounds tasty.

And I've been building up a powerful craving for Margaritas.

OK. First, I have an issue with Margaritas because Tequila is my Nemesis Drink. As an 18 year old Freshman, I wound up drinking close to a bottle of the stuff one night at a party and since then I'll only touch it on very special occasions.

Second, I grew up in the 1980s. The '80s, ruined Margaritas. They made them into foo-foo girlie drinks, with frozen slush and strawberry flavors and shit. But a True Margarita is a Man's Drink. Tequila. Ice. Triple Sec(?) and lime juice. With salt. How manly is that? Hunter S. Thompson drank 'em. So did JFK. And Hemingway.

Shit. I should stagger down to the store on the corner and pick up some tequila, salt, and triple sec. (My boss' wife has a lime tree, so he brought in fresh limes for everyone last week.)

*No Tex, you can't have sex with me.

These threads are a lot livelier when the drunk in question is a hot girlie and there's a chance of nekkid pix (and the initiator doesn't live in the middle of the ocean.)

I got drunk for the first time a handful of weeks ago (I also turned 21, wewt) and discovered it wasn't as overrated as I'd believed it to be. But a few days ago I read this study that showed women who drink quite a few drinks a couple days a week increase their chance of getting breast cancer by 150% and I'm doin' everything humanly possible to decrease my chances since they're at like 100% so that means no more drinky for me. =(

Seems like you are having fun though.

Ah.... I remember when I turned 21. Good times.

How YOU doin'?

[go away, RM! It is I who is mackin' on Pacificnic! ]

Quiet, you! If you don't act nice, you're going to get a spanking.

Fuck all of y'all!

What are you doing here...you don't drink

So anyways, through one of my bizarre Super Powers, I somehow managed to locate Honolulu's 18+ Goth club. And tomorrow night is "Kinko DeMayo."

I'm goin' to Hell, ain't I?

My friends are having a Kinko DeMayo party tomorrow too! =D

I'd say that ship has already sailed, unloaded its cargo, and outed its sailors.

So, anyway, completely off-topic, we need to start a fund/pool. The first [heterosexual] male WFer who gets a butterfly tattooed on the small of his back gets the pot.

I'm down for a C note. And I'm betting evenflow takes the pot.

OH! Storm is voided from the competition. You have to GET a butterfly tattooed on the small of your back. Preexisting ones don't count.

But I'm rambling. So anywho, Storm, what brings you out on this fine Friday night at, what, 1am?

How you liking working for the Man?

I don't think you've Shared since you were contemplating the change back in October(?)

Why is Volpone so preoccupied with the male WordForgers' smalls of the back? :flow2:

Tell me more.


Right now, I'm picturing you in pigtails, with a really tight, really cheap [thin] Oxford shirt. And a plaid shirt that is far too short. (To say nothing of the knee-highs and saddle shoes.)

I'm going to Hell, ain't I?

Hahaha, my friend John calls it my plaid "belt."

Ah, shit. I'm going to have to apologize to at least a half-dozen people tommorrow, ain't I?

Wish i could go to the goth club 2morrow night. But I ain't go no one to go with oh and i have to work...I miss wearing my corset and fish nets.