Margaritas and stuff
Just had margaritas with H. Am blessedly tipsy, which... am I an alcoholic? 'Cause I can DRINK these days. And we were gonna go when he finished work, and he was late and I was all WHERE the fuck is this guy: I need a drink, dammit. To be fair, it was 8:15 when he came over, which stretches the idea of after work to its limits. Happy happy, though.
FYI: for the locals, Cantina has lost its liquor license or something: wasn't serving in any case (which found out and swiveled right on out the door), so ended up at Blue Frog (where Heaping Bowl used to be) which is not the same at all. Hope they get THAT straightened out.
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FYI: for the locals, Cantina has lost its liquor license or something: wasn't serving in any case (which found out and swiveled right on out the door), so ended up at Blue Frog (where Heaping Bowl used to be) which is not the same at all. Hope they get THAT straightened out.
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posted by reallymadcow at 7:32 PM
3 Comments:
You're not an alcoholic. You're a drunk.
Alcoholics go to meetings. Drunks go to bars.
so, is that a bad thing?
Of course not. That would be a big ol' case of pot calling the kettle black, now wouldn't it?
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