1801

Nice post Rich! Very touching! I’m drunk but not drunk enough to be my usually drunk moronic self. Wait till tomorrow! :)

1802

I’m developing a taste for girlie drinks.

1803

Man that Elijah Craig is some fine stuff. Mighty fine stuff.

1804

You are my sunshine!

Yeah, got it from Mrs. Perry. But still…!

1805

No reply at all… and no respect! Bastards! :P I still love U! Yes U, not YOU! Fuck you! er U!

1806

I don’t wanna lose your LOVE!

1807

Alanis Morissette rocks!!!

1808

Ironic?

1809

Some really raw… um… Katy?

I know I’ve posted that before while drunk off my ass. But there it is again!

1810

perfect woman… !!!

1811

My evil grandmother has done what she’s threatened to do all week. She’s getting sick now and my mother is up with her. She might not be home until 5 or 6am. This means the presents won’t be laid out for me and siblings. Not that I’m expecting much. So this seems like a good opportunity to stay up all night drinking my Jagermeister like Christmas Booze (Becherovka) and great her warmly at the door.

1812

My sister’s roommate’s Kiwi friend bought me FOUR Long Island Iced Teas and a beer tonight. That’s AFTER I ordered a cocktail before dinner, and had a complimentary glass of Prosecco with my meal. I was/still am a mite tipsy.

I’d love to be chatting up some of the lovely, unaccompanied ladies here, but I’m not at my best after seven drinks and everyone in Vietnam seems to assume my sister and I are newlyweds. It’s weird.

The hotel here put us in the honeymoon suite, even.

1813

Congrats on the wedding, Omniscia!

1814

I feel a bit bad about this, now. Cross-posted from another forum. The important thing to remember is that grandmother is/was a mainpulating, nasty women. So that’ll assuage my guilt a little.

"Been a pretty shitty Christmas so far.

My grandmother got sick last night. My mother spent the night looking over her. The grandmother was not lucid and was blabbering all night long from a vertigo inducing ear infection and my mother couldn’t get her to bed. I stayed up drinking and texting my mother to make sure she was alright. About 6am an uncle took over after she had passed out on the couch and my mother came home. We opened presents around 9am, had breakfast and then my mother went to try and get my grandmother to bed with the help of the uncle. They couldn’t wake her. Called an ambulance and she was brought to A&E. Turns out she has a brain haemorrhage. The doctors don’t know if she has a few hours or a few days to live, but definitely no more than a week. She doesn’t recognise anyone and I get the impression she’s as good as gone.

My siblings, my father and I went to my aunts house to meet up with that side of the family (formerly my other grandmothers house, who died around this time last year.) We exchanged presents there. I was shattered from staying up all night. Still am, but don’t want to go to sleep. We were asked over to another aunts house for dinner, but my brother and sister aren’t up for it, they don’t want to do anything Christmassy without my mother, which is fair enough. I’d quite like to be with my mother, as she can’t be doing well, but she doesn’t want us in the hospital with her.

And to top it all off my mouth feels like it’s been sucking on a badger’s arse: after drinking for 12 hours straight from 8pm to 8am and smoking about 40 odd cigarettes. I’m hungry but couldn’t be fucked making anything. And we’re all generally being emo. I’m not that close to this grandmother, she has said some downright nasty things to myself and my father over the years. I’m just worried about looking after my mother. But all I can do is sit at home and wait for a call."

1815

Buceph, get your head out of your ass man. Order a pizza with everything on it. Find a bottle of liquor that tastes good instead of just alcohol to drink. Get naked and take a long shower. Exit the shower and wrap yourself in a towel.

Go outside wet and naked and howl at the fucking sky!

Tell everyone that you know that you are the center of the world and that they are lucky to know you!

Show everyone that you are here and you are better than any one of them because you are YOU!

And YOU beats them at any fucking time.

Play cards and lose just because you can. Eat something from the fridge and then spit it out. because you can.

Drink water. Scream your love to the sky!

Make yourself important because YOU ARE!

1816

I’m drinking an absolutely terrible bottle of Australian Shiraz.

Bleh. The aftertaste reminds me of ham.

1817

This pint and a half of lager wasn’t as chilled as I would have preferred, but its doing its job. It’s nice when your alcohol tolerance is so low that such a small amount is sufficient to get reasonably buzzed.

1818

They told me this red wine was infused with the smoke of a burning city. It tastes like plain ol’ red wine to me. Maybe I’ll have another glass to be sure.

1819

I don’t care if you shouldn’t chill red wine. A terrible bottle of Shiraz tastes soooooooo much better with ice.

1820

I chill all my drinks. My ex used to give me so much grief over it until I stole her monocle and bid her farewell.