B and I have been, well, I believe the official term is “BROKE AS SHIT” since we got back from Costa Rica. Today being Pay Day! and all, you can imagine our excitement at the prospect of doing something other than, yanno, sitting on the couch in our pajamas, drooling on ourselves and figuring out really creative drinks we can make with the lime-infused gin, Kahlua, and two tons of Confetti Cake left over from my huge ginormous blast of a birthday party a few weeks ago.
(Fellow Masshole made the scrum-diddly-umptious cake, but somehow everyone was much more interested in the two-ton pumpkin she hollowed out and filled with approximately 50 liters of spiked rum and Goldschlager-soaked apples. Go figure.)
Anyhoosits, life has gotten… tedious, shall we say. A wee bit hum drum? I mean, I love the guy and all, but I think it’s safe to say we have a bigass case of CABIN FEVER.
Talking to Restaurant Refugee earlier today, I babbled on about 4000 outings, parties, happy hours, and other non-reasons to celebrate that would require my being in a public place while drinking and spending this thing that has become a relatively foreign concept to me, money. I then asked him how pungent my desperation to point a bottle at my face get out of the house was.
“I can smell it from here,” he said.
“That’s okay,” I told him. “It’ll bring all the other alcheys out to play.”
Moral of the story? Anyone planning on drinking with me this weekend, put yer big girl panties on. Mama’s coming out to play and it’s gonna get MESSY.
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This is gonna get messy. Can’t wait.
I’ll be with you in Spirit girl!
Was there ever any doubt? My liver hurts just thinking about it.
I can’t get past how delicious that cake looks! I want some NOW!
Lem: I’m just waiting for the whorebucket of an office manager to leave before I bust out…
Fiona: We’ll pour one out for ya
Fearless: Refugee suggested I consider removing for the weekend, so as to protect it.
Fancy: I still had some until last night. Mmmm, confetti martini! Kidding. YOU don’t know…
You best be helping me get messy tomorrow night.
omg. i LOVE confetti cake….must make. some. tonight.
Messy you say? Great. I knew there was a reason I keep these reserve rolls of toilet paper around.
What do you mean it isn’t TMI Thursday?
Oh.
Brett: BIRTHDAYS= A FANTASTIC EXCUSE TO GET PLASTERED WITH FRIENDS. With bells on, lady. With bells on.
DMB5 Libra: Your tummy will thank you. Your ass, maybe not so much. Whatevs, it’s Friday!
66: It’s always TMI Thursday in my corner, darling. ALWAYS.
I’d have had my face in the cake. Your pumpkin scares me very much more than a little. Also curious to know what big girl panties look like.
i want to come and play. damnit.
Lisa: That pumpkin still haunts my dreams.
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=big+girl+panties
Although, I prefer to use it in the PAR-TAYing like a big girl sense. It’s extremely versatile.
Brookem: Wish you could, lady. Have some fun up there for us!
I was a military brat. When I read your post, I had the unexplainable urge to shout, “Hooah!”
Katherine: If you shout that across the bar when I meet you, we’ll be butt buddies for life. Swear.
getting drunk is not that expensive when you do it at home and stumble to the bar/club, judiciously at a crawling distance. yes, I talk from experience (of course you need to make sure that you really have no money at the bar otherwise, since your inhibitions are gone, then your wallet usually goes too and you over drink – or maybe it’s only me).
Now we also have a tremendous amount of alcohol remaining from the last house party we threw. Enough for a second house party. This time, since you clearly pointed out yourself that people are actually moderately interested in food, even as tempting and elaborate as they can be, I will not bother with food. It will be booze and 2 tortillas with salsa. Should be enough to buffer sensitive stomachs.
Sorry to break it to you, but unfortunately stupid people have taken over the world. You can’t get rid of them, they keep multiplying. Just hope the ones you deal with are not as stupid. I deal with stupid people on a daily basis, all who we are actually HIRING. Thankfully, none of them work directly with me…
That’s how i am– if I go a while without drinking or going out at all… when I finally do? BALLS to the wall ridiculousness.
That cake looks so yummy!
That pumpkin drink looks so evil!
Have a great weekend!
Ooo have a fun weekend!! I’m sure you will ;].
P.S. That cake? Looks absolutely delicious!
My personal stages of drunk are: buzzed, mildly amusing, annoying, hilarious, stripping, puking. And for some strange reason last night, I went from buzzed to annoying. That’s when I left you guys. At home, I skipped straight to stripping. eCrush didn’t mind, but I sorta missed my progression.
A Fair Fairy: We definitely had enough left over to have another party… instead, it sustained our alcoholism for the weeks we were broke. WIN!
Beach Bum: Ugh… at least we’ll have each other!
Maxie: This weekend was definitely BALLS out. Ouchies.
Cyndy: Evil is exactly the right word for it.
LMO: It was, my dear. It was. And I had a blast!
Katherine: Far from annoying, my dear. It was a pleasure. Looking forward to many more adventures