Dude, I got drunk enough to dance.
With meeeeeeee!
And what's the fun in becoming an immortal demon if you're not regular, am I right?
The Mayor ,'End of Days'
F2F 2: Is there anybody here that hasn't slept together?
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!
Steph L. - Jun 03, 2004 11:36:38 am PDT #4936 of 9999
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
askye - Jun 03, 2004 11:39:11 am PDT #4937 of 9999
Thrive to spite them
And I'm jealous of Teppy.
askye - Jun 03, 2004 11:40:17 am PDT #4938 of 9999
Thrive to spite them
I'm fairly sure I spent at least $36 on drinks.
Trudy Booth - Jun 03, 2004 11:40:25 am PDT #4939 of 9999
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
I know Hil had five drinks.
She did the math the next day.
askye - Jun 03, 2004 11:41:50 am PDT #4940 of 9999
Thrive to spite them
I can't remember how many drinks I bought. I misplaced at least one, and then...well I got really drunk.
Aims - Jun 03, 2004 11:43:56 am PDT #4941 of 9999
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Yeah, Joe spent about $50-$60 on drinks. That seems exceptionally low.
Ginger - Jun 03, 2004 11:44:11 am PDT #4942 of 9999
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
That number really doesn't look right. I spent more than $20 too.
deborah grabien - Jun 03, 2004 11:44:59 am PDT #4943 of 9999
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Why do I have the feeling that the hotel is underreporting what was actually spent?
Vortex - Jun 03, 2004 11:46:14 am PDT #4944 of 9999
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
It might not be the hotel, it might be the bartender. I remember a mess at the beginning when he didn't have change, so he was using tip money, etc.
JohnSweden - Jun 03, 2004 11:46:46 am PDT #4945 of 9999
I can't even.
Yikes, I think I spent like 30% of the cash taken in by the bar.
t tries to feign surprise. Fails.
Tell, tell!
Okay, then. So our university residence people liked to have "Milk and Cookies/Tuck-ins" organized between twinned floors of the all-men and the all-women residences. One of the guys on our floor (the floor senior) was a cynical rat bastard who hated this stuff. He also disliked the guy whose girlfriend at the female residence was one of the organizers.
During one "tuck-in", to the consternation of the assembled, he did a tour of the halls and went into this guy's room as his tuck-in was in progress and sat on the bed. Wearing a sock. Just a sock. The boyfriend says to him (among other things), "Dave, that was a scrutty thing to do." And from that day forward, he was no longer Dave. He had no name except The Scrut.