Try the tasting menu.

Spending some time with my parents and drinking some of my dad’s brandy and getting kinda wowed. I never really cared for brandy, but when I tried this I really got the impression of a super-strong port and I like port. According to the description it has been aged in sherry barrels. Really pleasant surprise.

Today’s my last day at the job and we (the accounting related group) went to Orale! Orale!, a nearby Mexican joint, for lunch. A pitcher of margarita was ordered and I was compelled (compelled!) to drink most of it. Plus the server put a shot of tequila in all our glasses before the pitcher “because today’s Friday” he said.

I’m at work now, too. They just sent one of the coders to go buy a couple cases of beer. And meeting a buddy for drinks in two hours downstairs in the lobby of what will then be my former job.

So basically everywhere it’s gonna be drunk. Thanks Arthur!

Watch out. When I left my last job in San Francisco, my coworkers took me to a tequila bar.

The next thing I knew, literally, was waking up on the very last BART train as it made its turnaround at the end of the line. Thank God I recovered from my blackout before the train got back to the yard…

Who the frack is Arthur?

And you call yourself drunk! You disgust me, you don’t even deserve to READ this thread, let alone post in it. You better go watch this video and polish off a six-pack before you show your face in this thread again, Goddamnit!

I did no such thing, good sir.

I vote that we stake Omniscia.

I believe the nexus of the universe is somewhere in San Luis Obispo. It can only be found while listening to ELP’s In the beginning. You might have to be alittle high as well.

The bad news is that my alcohol tolerance is so low it only took two beers to get me pretty buzzed. The good news is that only two beers is a cheap as hell buzz!

Sarkus, you’re a cheap date. Go with it. Me, I have a huge tolerance. So people usually look at me and say, “Can you see how much he’s drinking. Damn. I’d be under the table by now.”

This got me a small claim to fame. When I lived in Detroit in my youth, around 1980, but who remembers dates…

I listened to this rock and or roll radio station. They were taking any kind of challenge on. It was like, you challenge us and we will beat you at your own game. So I first went to a local place, on Five Mile road, near the fucking gas station. At the time it was a big deal to get in there. So I walked up to the door before they opened and asked to talk to the manager. They let me in. I told him about the radio station challenge.

Their big thing was that they were the Big O in Detroit. The radio station that is. The club was some kind of red white and blue redneck place.

Anyway I told the manager that I was going to set up a thing with the radio guys. I was going to drink them under the table, live, on the air. The manager took me back into the office and we did a bunch of blow. Every line was fucking strong and right to my head.

He told the bouncers to give me anything I wanted. I told him it would take time to get this thing set up. He was like, no problem, take your time.

See, this guy figured that I’d put his shitty warehouse sized fuckfest on the radio. Free advertising!

Anyway, I call into the radio station and I get a producer or some shit. He says that there is no way that he’s going to have his radio stars get shitfaced on the air. So I say, could you at least call the guy at the warehouse and tell him it’s a go. He hangs up on me.

So I go back to the redwhiteandblue warehouse and tell the manager that it’s a go. We go back to his office and more blow is done.

I never went back.

I’m at a karaoke bar celebratony my birthdqy, and I’m fairly blitzrd. You guys are awesome, by the way. Yaaaaaay for be1ng drunk. ,?:-)

First of all, happy birthday!

Secondly, don’t be That Guy who only wants to do Sinatra tracks. Or That Guy who only wants to do stupid novelty tracks.

Thirdly, what is it, like, 11:51 AM out there?

Fourthly, Wow, I need to learn to read the timestamps more carefully.

Hahahaha, thank you, and no, I did Phil Collins and Wham. :-)

Oh hey, Happy Birthday Brian!

It’s been a while since I’ve imbibed, and that makes a half bottle* that much more delicious!

soon to be a full bottle*

**i can’t be that drunk, I’m using footnotes for god’s sake

Belated happy birthday Brian Rubin :)

  • I’ve been on this funny cocktail of “bad Disco, don’t be manic” and “bad Disco, sleep more than an hour” pills the last little while, so while I can usually drink 10ft giants under the table & stuffs, today I pulled a Sarkus. - While desperately trying to speak fuggin foreign.

So… Like maybe five beers and a bottle of wine later I’m sitting at the PC giggling like a maniac, trying really hard to do something, anything but read Qt3. At 5:40am.

I miss her like hell, but damn I’m glad my better half is in Germany right now :p

Thanks Disconnected! hugs

huuuugs :))

  • You should write up some space sims you’ve never played so can birthdaygift you some.