Hi, I'm a little drunk...

Now you must understand that this is very out of character for me. I hardly drink at all. The occasional beer, and I like a whiskey sour once in a while. But I almost never have more than one of anything.

But tonight I just decided to keep drinking whiskey sours. After I ran out of sour mix, my girlfriend was enjoying this new side of me so much that I pushed on with Arizona Iced Tea in place of the sour mix. Not too bad actually.

And I think I’m doing a pretty good job of typing for being rather drunk. OK, I admit I’ve been using the backspace a lot so far. From now on I won’t use it anymore, and what you see will be what I type, typos and all. Here I go.

So the girlfriend ahs gone ot bed, and I’m now sitting at the comnpuyter listening to music. Music has never sounded so good as right now. I think I’ve lost dome of my appreciation from musi9c. Right now I’m listenging to Bill Kirchen doing “Hot Rod Lincoln”. Kick ass.

Anyway, what I’m amazed oubout tnoight is how (it seems to my, anwyway) I can make some pretty goo d sense even though I’m rather drunk. From what I unddrstand , this was quite hip for the ancient greeks. They would ge t ver drunk and see if they could still philoosophize. Now I don’t know if the outside observer would consider anything I’ve said tonight as intereesting, or even coherent. But I think I did OK.

One of the things the gf and aI touched on thise evening is that competing, in the end, is rather silly. It’s all about how you feel about how you have done things. I related the story about how the best game I’ve ever been involved in was a game in which I lost. But it was a great game, and I was proutd to be in it. I still look back on it and am glad that I played well against poeople who were better than me.

Now Bill Krichen and Commander Cody are playing “Big Mamou”,. Kick ass.

I realize this is a rather self indulgent post. The Straight Dope is about being smart and witty, and and together. Tomorrow I may regret having posted this, albetit in MPSIMS. This may be embarassing, and I may spend the rest of my posting days trying to live this down. But I feel good right now. And the music kiksks ass.

You sholuld lissten to Bill Kirchen.

I thaknk you all.

Don’t worry, I’ve got this thread bookmarked.

flees

Hi. I was once a little drunk. Actually, I was a big drunk. Thanks (I mean thaknks) for the memories. Seriously.

I hope you don’t regret this in the morning. Life is too short, or so I’ve been told.

Maybe you should stop listening to Bill Kirchen. He seems to make you drunk. (heh)

Hi. I’m a tall drunk.

Heh,
Son don’t you know you’re gonna drive me to drinkin’
if you don’t stop driving that hooooot rod Lincoln

Better this than drunk-dialing, or drunk-driving.

How about drunk-needlepoint?

Boy did I ever screw up my wife’s prayer pillow.

Hank? Is that you? I thought you were dead…

Or drunk-topiarying…

The neighbors were not amused.