Note to Self
No matter how scintillating the conversation ... no matter how cute the waiter's Argentinian accent ... no matter how long it's been since you had a great girl's night out (and, dammit, you deserve one) ... do not, please God, do not say yes to a fifth margarita swirl.
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Labels: cocktailing, limits, lush, omigod
posted by Cup @ 6:52 AM
10 comments
10 Comments:
Beth,
Maybe you should add to your favorite songs the country music hits "Jose Cuervo, you're not a friend of mine" or maybe "Tequila makes her clothes fall off".
Sorry, I could not resist teasing you.
Damn, RCofCHS, you nailed last night's soundtrack. (And you are always welcome to tease me. You've been doing it for, what, 35 years?)
Wait a minute. Did you go to the desert island without everyone else? Tsk tsk.
As someone who is stupid enough to have a painful morning like that once or twice a week I feel your pain; hope it was at least worth it:P
DALE: Yep, I hit the island last night; still stranded, too. I should have thought to bring you all; I may not have misbehaved with all of your songs.
BILL: So damn worth it. Fortunately/unfortunately, I'm headed to happy hour in about seven hours. But at least we gluttons have a fun life, right?
do it, do it, do it, do it.
I know we are too old for peer pressure but I thought I would give it a go.
Peer pressure? I love peer pressure!
Beth, I was reading on Gizmorox's site that the new Grant Lee Phillips cd is up for listen on this site. And it is. Just giving it a go now.
PATRICK: I can be, can't I?
SHROOM-MONKEY: I downed a few cocktails last night. It's you're fault. (Thanks for the peer pressure!)
DALE: Thanks for the link! I plan to pick up the CD today, so I'll let you know what I think. And do you ever sleep, my friend?
Rust never sleeps Beth.
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