last night one of the many many drinks i had included had a fire and ice margarita. its a frozen job but the tequila is infused with chilli. the bartender put extra in. it fuckin rocked. icy cold on the tounge then searing heat as the chilli kicks in. i love you tequila. |
I hate tequila with a passion that can not be defined. |
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i wish i had some tequila. better yet, mezcal con dos gusanos. was drinking vodka earlier this evening but it's worn off. now i'm wrapping my sister's (and her husband's) present - i gift basket from the shop i work in. one of the things in the basket is a little frame that i planned to put a little picture of my grandparents (taken in the 30's) in it. but after taking a closer look, i found that the woman in the picture was not my grandmother. in fact, prettier. i had to substitute it with a 1930's picture of a bear in a zoo. then i opened up the card i got for them - an original artwork card sealed in cellophane. turns out it has little slits on the inside for a gift card or something, which i don't have. i guess i'll to write "ignore the cuts in your card" or something. christmas sucks. shot of tequila, swig of cerveza. �fiesta! |
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agatha, are you going to tell the story of hating tequila? |
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If he's an actual person I hope I can meet him when I head over to London. (Probably some time in May...) |
"nelly,its real silent right now,so v and you can post 1 2 1 ...why do you post as a woman?if you happen to be gay,say so,v saw your web site,you are a kid with a stupid tiny beard,that posts as a woman,v notice when you post,you get a lot more postings from people that dont exit...nelly,v is indeed homophobic,look foreward to fucking you over,most nights,,,like v say about 2 years back,v likes a war,gimmy some more of that queer boy "nelly" bullshit.Wigger,tell what you going to post next,some god dam bullshit about you dont know a thing about this?...nothing worse on the web than a white nigger,thats you.Y,all git back to me real soon,cunt." Nelly is not a gay man, I happen to know. I don't like this Nelly bashing business, I tell you. |
captain clueless clicked the link and assumed that the site was nelly's personal site and that nelly was the person represented on the site. the usual stupidity. and nobody else responds, so the trollbot pokes for responses wherever it can... trollbot didn't respond when i invited it to meet me for drinks if/when i'm in london next year. maybe you'll have better luck, tiggy. now, about tequila... |
1. I went to this dance club The Riot (http://tinyurl.com/b85pc) in the late 80's with my sisters and my best friend from high school Wendy (http://tinyurl.com/bld2e). I had lots of tequila, danced with Wendy, sisters, sisters' husband, transvestites, etc. Had a huge dramatic scene with Wendy wherein she professed her love for me (at that moment, not sober), and I sobbed that I wished I were a lesbian, but alas was not and did not think I would be at any point in time. Went to a 24 hour diner with Wendy and my sister Sue, and got hit on by middle aged Italian men for some reason. Woke up the next morning on my sister's sofabed in her BOILING HOT apartment, gasping for air, with three torn pieces of placemat with phone numbers (Lou? Joe?) in my pocket. Most hung over EVER. 2. Probably one year later. Slept through a final. Very upset. Went out, drank much tequila, kissed my friend Ziggy (http://tinyurl.com/9uder) by mistake, got lipstick all over my friend Jay's car, fell on the floor behind the counter while visiting my place of employment (http://tinyurl.com/brpn7), got pizza everywhere, and generally made a big ass out of myself. SO VERY SICK the next day. That's about it. |
i've drunk a lot of things in my time, and a lot of crazy shit has happened to me while drunk (not the least of which was severing my spinal cord). but i really only have one story that i tie to one particular type of liquor. back when i was still in high school and still obligated to go visit my dad in rhode island, i got drunk on a bottle of southern comfort that i had found in the back of his liquor cabinet. it was late at night and he and his second wife were asleep in in their room. i just sat on the couch watching tv and swigging from the bottle. at some point or another i decided i wanted to go home...to texas. i grabbed his car keys and filled up an empty jar with whiskey or something (apparently i'd finished the comfort) and took off. the next thing i remember i was driving down the road and heard voices. i looked in the rear view and saw flashing lights - cops with a loudspeaker. i pulled over. i cop came up to my window and said "turn...on...your...lights!" i reached down and turned the headlights on. remember, it had to be about 3am. next the thing i know i'm in the back of the cop car going back to dad's house. my dad's a pretty rich guy in a respectable part of a small rhode island town, so they just dropped me off. dad gave me a short talk about drinking and we went to bed. the next morning and the rest of my stay we never talked about it again. and he still gave me beer. |
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