OKAY, it had to happen.
My first DRUNK blog.
That’s right, I currently am PLASTERED beyond rational description. And I won’t even tell you how many times I have already back-spaced to correct the spelling in this post.
Fortunately, I have this wonderful system that allows me to correct my typing before I actually submit something…yeah. God Bless the mighty Spell Checker.
Anyway…I am feeling no pain. My downstairs neighbor is cool enough to be a partier-magnet. That is, there are seemingly ALWAYS people visiting. –And drinking. Lots of beer flows in the little appartment downstairs. Lots of cigaretts burn to ashes on the balcony just downstairs from my own.
And this evening, I could smell the smoke, and I heard VOICES, MAN!!! (And they weren’t in my head–that was the whole problem.) So–I went out on my balcony tonight…and my neighbor said, “What are you up to?”
And I said…”Not much.”
I grabbed a fith of Potter’s Vodka out of my larder…and I went downstairs…and I knocked on the door. My neighbor’s friend answered. And I said…”Is this a private party…or can anybody join?” …and I waved the bottle…and he let me in.
That bottle is empty now…and I’m happy.
You see, I’m the kind of person who doesn’t like to drink alone.
I’ve had a cupboard full of booze for, like…six months. And with no friends who drink, I haven’t touched a DROP!! That bottle of VODKA has sat there untouched since 2006. (Normally, I’m a Tequilla drinker, and my last drinking group in 2008 was a buncha Mexicans…duh.) So…Vodka time.
I drank about half of the bottle myself…the rest, I shared with the group. And, as I said, I’m good and drunk.
Life is good.
SASS has spoken.
P.s., Idid I actually say anything about the party? No? Well..I guess that’s a subject for ANOTHER blog entry…sorry.
I’m too drunk to talk about that……..
— the SASS Man