urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mono_blancomono_blancomono_blancomono_blanco2038-01-19T03:14:07Zurn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mono_blanco:3374Alk-ee-hol.2038-01-19T03:14:07Z2038-01-19T03:14:07ZI've been tapped to participate in tonight's festivities, wherein Crimsonratt and some of his closest get wet-dog drunk on dangerous combinations of mixed drinks and beer. My Old Lady has volunteered to come along, ostensibly to drive my drunk-ass home and keep me from pressing ham at 90 mph down the 118. (This is much safer as a passenger... And no, this isn't a story for another time.)<br /><br />Her real reason, of course, is to keep Julie, newly-wed wife of Guang (proprietor of the Guangpound, the location of our most debauched drinking rituals and many a game-night) from realizing what a schlub he is when he's drunk off his ass and trying to make sweet-sweet vinyl love to a 6 foot tall blue punching-bag/phallic-symbol. (What are the chances this would happen three times in a week.)<br /><br />Well, my Old Lady is almost done with her pre-drinking repast of 2 hot dogs and a can of pepsi. That's our cue to exeunt. If I'm conscious by the time we get back from the Guangpound, I'll post something incoherent for your amusement.<br /><br />Oh, I'll also be recording the whole evening, so hopefully there will be SOMETHING amusing to listen to when I get some time to do some sound editing.