I was Noah’s ark for Christmas. They walked in two by two. Try the following experiment:
At noon, take a pint glass, pour three fingers of vodka and then fill with the existing bloody mary from the pitcher, repeat. Next allow the two bottles of Bass to march aboard. By three, pour four finger of spiced rum in a pint glass, fill with egg nog and add a dash of nutmeg. Repeat as soon as possible. Change locations to pick up the two bottles of Merlot that are next in the procession down your throat. Go home to take advantage of the lovely new martini glasses and the Tanqueray No. Ten you received as gifts. Naturally, gin gets lonely, so one must be paired with another. With all on board, allow the flood that is sleep to ensue. When the waters subside…
While I’d love to publicly offer Nen my sympathies . . . it’s just not my style. Rather, I’ll share my amusement. All should know that I had the privilege of watching Nen trip over nothing and stumble into walls while fetching his martinis and slurring loudly at his very confused cats, never taking off his new Christmas driving gloves inside the house. I laughed . . . a lot.
