CRAP. I just learned that one of my favorite gins, Sarticious, is no more. POOP.
'Shindig'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
::joins the tackle-hug Sean pile::
Oh, look, a pile of hug on Sean. Looks comfy.
::jumps on::
Also, I can't resist: I am Sarticious!
My ankle hurts. And I just found out that there's a pizza place in Adams Morgan that sells vegan jumbo slice on weekend nights, so now I have an urge to get drunk and eat giant pizza.
I am Sarticious!
Sean! ::piles on::
I have an urge to get drunk and eat giant pizzaWell, the booze might dull the pain in the ankle.
Well, the booze might dull the pain in the ankle.
This reasoning is what led to me having to do math to figure out how much I drank at the DC F2F. (Which I still maintain is a perfectly good drink-counting method.)
Limes work for me and Drew. Drew always appears to win because I end up losing my drink with the original limes and have to start over.
It's not just appearance. I DO win.
Owwww. I just did some exercises for my ankle, and as I was getting back onto the couch, I pulled a muscle in the arch of the other foot. Wonderful.