yeah, cheese left an explanatory comment in the post below.. for those of you who haven't had a chance to read it, here it is...
"The voices has taken a self-imposed hiatus from his blog, because I told him if he didn't quit his bitching about my computers lovely little quirks (read bugs and weirdness) then he could quit using it...Hence he doesn't have access to a computer till he gets his own...I did not kick him off! I just want you all to know: he did have a choice.and I think he's doing better since this post, especially since i asked him to take a break from the sauce for a couple days. Baby steps...
5:25 PM"
yeah... I'll give you a quick run down on the weekend events....ready set go....
Friday, get off work early, go down to the local bar... i dunno, I'd say fifteen beers and a healthy shot of jeager later we close the bar and head on over to the pub for some drinks and dancing... we enter the pub and have a few high octane beers and tell the DJ who had been playing all night to a full pub with only one dirty little hippy on the dance floor that:
"hey DJ!!! yer girlfriend isn't all that cute, can you play something the rest of us can dance too!?!!?"
several dirty looks and a few songs later, cheese and i are killing the dance floor in our normal rug cutting style... pound a few more beers and grab a couple for the road and make our way home. cheese drops off one of our fellow inebriated friends at her home and i hang out with a different friend at the bottom of her road for another few beers... make it home to cheese and drink ourselves in to slumber land by two thirty in the morning or so...
i wake up with the alarm clock several hours later to go golfing and drink a beer on the way to the course... now, when i play golf its a mandatory beer a hole...(oddly i get better as the day goes on, go figure.) at about the halfway mark we pop in for a sandwich and some snacks...
"OOOOooooohhhh they have WHISKEY HERE!!!!" i say and order up a double for the cart.
finish our last nine holes and buddy and i head on over to the Rio grill for a few nineteenth hole drinks...i have a couple of jack and cokes and say good bye to my golfing buddy, as he is tired from his late night out as well... cheese asked me to pick up some toilet paper and i some how find myself in the checkout isle of Safeway with a mega pack of super soft Charmin and a handle of Makers Mark whiskey... i do remember making fun of myself with the people in line and with the cashieress about "how this all must look..."
drive out of the parking lot with a cold roady in hand and pick up one of our local hitch hikers and pop open the whiskey, (much to his excitement) and we swig our way down the coast. drop his smelly drunken ass off and head up to my golfing Buddy's house to find him in bed. bastard wouldn't drink with me and neither would his sister... DAMN THEM EH???
head back up towards my house and meet up with a completely stunned cheese... who at that point is feigning amusement... I'm not sure how much later, time wise, but several more pulls off the bottle and and several more beers I'm not doing so hot...
enough so that I'm scaring cheese. not something i enjoy doing, ever... ever...
why was i on such a hatefull self destructive bender? no idea... i needed a release? some personal time to vent out the devils inside? i would normally be by myself in those circumstances, but as life would have it, i had a wittiness to that particular event...
so yes, a break from alcohol... how long, who knows, until i am in charge of it again... a week maybe, not likely, but perhaps...
otherwise I'm fine... people at the bar i hang out at wish i would start drinking again, "you're not so much of an asshole when you are drinking.."
people at my work say the same thing....
fuck... while typing this, my neighbor and good friend just called... her man just died of a heart attack this morning... fuck... why do people always call me at work to tell me this shit... fuck....
meh....
so normal posting will resume as soon as dell gets its fucking head out of its ass and sends me my fucking net book!!!
"The voices has taken a self-imposed hiatus from his blog, because I told him if he didn't quit his bitching about my computers lovely little quirks (read bugs and weirdness) then he could quit using it...Hence he doesn't have access to a computer till he gets his own...I did not kick him off! I just want you all to know: he did have a choice.and I think he's doing better since this post, especially since i asked him to take a break from the sauce for a couple days. Baby steps...
5:25 PM"
yeah... I'll give you a quick run down on the weekend events....ready set go....
Friday, get off work early, go down to the local bar... i dunno, I'd say fifteen beers and a healthy shot of jeager later we close the bar and head on over to the pub for some drinks and dancing... we enter the pub and have a few high octane beers and tell the DJ who had been playing all night to a full pub with only one dirty little hippy on the dance floor that:
"hey DJ!!! yer girlfriend isn't all that cute, can you play something the rest of us can dance too!?!!?"
several dirty looks and a few songs later, cheese and i are killing the dance floor in our normal rug cutting style... pound a few more beers and grab a couple for the road and make our way home. cheese drops off one of our fellow inebriated friends at her home and i hang out with a different friend at the bottom of her road for another few beers... make it home to cheese and drink ourselves in to slumber land by two thirty in the morning or so...
i wake up with the alarm clock several hours later to go golfing and drink a beer on the way to the course... now, when i play golf its a mandatory beer a hole...(oddly i get better as the day goes on, go figure.) at about the halfway mark we pop in for a sandwich and some snacks...
"OOOOooooohhhh they have WHISKEY HERE!!!!" i say and order up a double for the cart.
finish our last nine holes and buddy and i head on over to the Rio grill for a few nineteenth hole drinks...i have a couple of jack and cokes and say good bye to my golfing buddy, as he is tired from his late night out as well... cheese asked me to pick up some toilet paper and i some how find myself in the checkout isle of Safeway with a mega pack of super soft Charmin and a handle of Makers Mark whiskey... i do remember making fun of myself with the people in line and with the cashieress about "how this all must look..."
drive out of the parking lot with a cold roady in hand and pick up one of our local hitch hikers and pop open the whiskey, (much to his excitement) and we swig our way down the coast. drop his smelly drunken ass off and head up to my golfing Buddy's house to find him in bed. bastard wouldn't drink with me and neither would his sister... DAMN THEM EH???
head back up towards my house and meet up with a completely stunned cheese... who at that point is feigning amusement... I'm not sure how much later, time wise, but several more pulls off the bottle and and several more beers I'm not doing so hot...
enough so that I'm scaring cheese. not something i enjoy doing, ever... ever...
why was i on such a hatefull self destructive bender? no idea... i needed a release? some personal time to vent out the devils inside? i would normally be by myself in those circumstances, but as life would have it, i had a wittiness to that particular event...
so yes, a break from alcohol... how long, who knows, until i am in charge of it again... a week maybe, not likely, but perhaps...
otherwise I'm fine... people at the bar i hang out at wish i would start drinking again, "you're not so much of an asshole when you are drinking.."
people at my work say the same thing....
fuck... while typing this, my neighbor and good friend just called... her man just died of a heart attack this morning... fuck... why do people always call me at work to tell me this shit... fuck....
meh....
so normal posting will resume as soon as dell gets its fucking head out of its ass and sends me my fucking net book!!!
8 comments:
I ADORE Cheese's lil comment. She really needs a blog.
Hope you get those things/devils sorted out soon.
Look on the bright side.
Maybe you'll win The Freakin' Green Elf Shorts!
brandy, i wouldnt be surprised if she does start one...
mj, see what you can do for me... heh heh...
inner, that comment to denim wasnt very p.c. of you now was it?!?!?!
missed you z !
take care of yourself, eh?
i want to read the voices for a long time to come......
maybe even meet you one day. cant do that if youre six foot under
mwah mwah mwah
If you stop posting pictures of 18-year-olds with their titties and various other body parts on display, maybe I can actually start reading your blog at work again without you having to whack me with a newspaper until I leave you a comment, you noob.
Dude, how you gonna quit drinking when I just bought a case of Kokanee? It'll wait I suppose.
Cheese, Voices, I miss you both. We need a meetup.
NO SCARING CHEESE!!!!
Hope you get through it, Z. I'll be thinking about you guys...
it's all about commenting about yourself.
oh btw denim, you are sexy man.
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