Heh. Matt, I'm pretty sure the Goldschlager was the least of your problems.
Nah, the earlier drinks while I was out didn't get me drunk, and the midnight absinthe, while potent, stopped short of Hangover Land. I should have drunk the gold demon while sitting in a bath to ensure hydration.
Oh, I didn't think to mention last night that I was bystander to a covert war between a hostile drunk customer and two pissed-off Faithlike bartenders. Dude, if you're going to make multiple complaints about the bartenders (among them that they made a whiskey sour wrong and that his 3/4 full wineglasses were too small) and angrily get in their faces with a pointy finger, don't be demanding complimentary stuff afterwards! I have never seen a bellini made with that much anger—or vinegary white wine—in my life.
Sue, it means everyone should have sausage this morning.
I have no sausage! I have no pork products of any kind, actually. I suck at the year of Pork already.
I am undecorating my tree. I lasted for about 2 minutes of the Rose Parade and then there was singing. It had to stop.
Fine. No fairies have appeared to help me out. Guess I'm on my own again, just like with the tooth thingy.
So sad to read about Gus first thing in the morning. He will be missed.
But happy Year of the Transgenic Fluorescent Pig, everyone! (Though, technically, I think it's still the year of the dog until February.)
I have had pork! Two sausages and two bacons, to be precise. Plus two eggs and two pancakes. (Yes, I ordered the 2-2-2-2.)
ION, I am now earwormed with "Boris the Spider." Which is a lot better than my previous hours-long earworm of "Dick in a Box."
In the year of pork, I have today gone veggie. I think I'll last about 4 days before the lure of meat is too much, though.
watching the Rose Parade.
I have burned things in a crockpot - when I did not put enough water in.
I started my New Year by sleeping NOT in mac's room. There was some crying (not mine), but I am officially in the living room. This is step 1 to getting back to my bed.
Timelies and Happy New Year all!
RIP Gus. I'm sorry I never got to meet you F2F(even if that might have resulted in one of those photo ops you hated).
:raises virtual glass:
Have you been sleeping in his room this whole time? What's your timeline for getting back to your bed? Once the living room is okay with him?
But happy Year of the Transgenic Fluorescent Pig,
"Little swine in his cocktail"?
