I seriously think that White Castle increases your hangover by 50%.I feel the same about McDonalds.
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Nora Deirdre - Jul 30, 2004 10:17:01 am PDT #1758 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Lilty Cash - Jul 30, 2004 10:22:37 am PDT #1759 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
They are, but they always seem to be just the thing to cap off a night of drunkenness. You're stumbling home from the bar, and all of sudden you think, "Heeyyyyyyy, I could really go for some grease.
I had a friend from Rochester who told me about a place where all the drunk people went after a night of drinking and got what was called a "Garbage Plate". Basically a lot of very random, greasy food thrown into a pile. It sounded like the least appetizing thing possible even when sober, but he swore by it.
Nora Deirdre - Jul 30, 2004 10:34:59 am PDT #1760 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
man, I miss Buzzy's roast beef.
§ ita § - Jul 30, 2004 10:39:28 am PDT #1761 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I can't be in a car with a bag of White Castle burgers. You pretty much buy them by the sack, not individually.
Half a dozen rotburgers, wench, and make it snappy!
beekaytee - Jul 30, 2004 10:44:32 am PDT #1762 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant
I'm off to see Metallic: Some Kind of Monster tonight.
Can't wait for that glorious train wreck feeling. Plus, it's fun to be the resident headshrinker the buds want to see it with. Much discussion will ensue, I'm sure.
More than that? I want THAT dude's practice. The band's coach made $40,000 a month for years. And he wasn't even trained! Please GOD, somebody throw me that kind of bone. (Only of course, if it's a gig where I can actually do good. Integrity can be a pesky impediment to non-filthy-lucre.)
DavidS - Jul 30, 2004 10:45:59 am PDT #1763 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
The band's coach made $40,000 a month for years. And he wasn't even trained!
The filmmakers themselves noted, though, that without him the band absolutely would have broken up. So a worthwhile investment for them, based on future earnings.
beekaytee - Jul 30, 2004 10:50:02 am PDT #1764 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant
Absolutely. Help can come in many forms. It was obviously a meant-to-be kinda thing. I'm looking forward to seeing how it unfolded.
AND, praying for a similar opportunity.
As it is, I'm thinking about adding groups to my practice. Loads-o-requests for them. So. Must respond. I'm a bit worried though, because I'm big with the psycho-education. Groups mean much less interaction, I'm thinking.
evil jimi - Jul 30, 2004 11:01:09 am PDT #1765 of 10001
Lurching from one disaster to the next.
best food after a night on the piss: a yiros dripping with garlic sauce
Unnnghmmmmm t /Homer
beekaytee - Jul 30, 2004 11:03:37 am PDT #1766 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant
All this sliding and greasing and garlicking is giving me the quease. Seriously.
eta: The only solution for the few hangovers I've had has been to skip all the cures and food remedies and head straight for the puking. Works every time, whether I want it to or not.
Steph L. - Jul 30, 2004 11:12:17 am PDT #1767 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
The neighborhood I live in is triangulated by White Castles. There's one on the southern edge, one on the southwestern edge, and one on the north edge. I'm never more than 5 minutes away from a sack full of belly bombs.
Except I loathe them with the firey intensity of 1,000 suns.