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Happy Near Year!

01 Jan 2008 12:01 am

I'm not, of course, actually at my computer blogging right now. Rather, I'm getting drunk at a party and this is a prescheduled post. What are you doing?

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I'm actually at my computer blogging now. Sad.

That lie won't fly. You ARE blogging in front of a computer. While at a party. Getting drunk.

I remember openly making note of my excessive alcohol consumption. 17 seems oh so long ago........

Steve Duncan,

Getting drunk on New Year's Eve isn't exactly the mark of a teenage binge drinker. It's the most socially acceptable time for adults of all ages to tie one on. Lighten up.

I'm at my computer and not even blogging. Jerk.

Yeah, me too.

Though I prefer to think of it as busily eeking the last bit of lameness out of 2007...

I'm at work.

Um, I'm at my computer reading this post.

Did consume some alcohol earlier tonight. Champagne, so overrated, you know. 150 years ago, Americans drank so much of it that the growing regions were exhausted and there was a huge market for ersatz and "terrible, sour" homegrown equivalents. Tastes haven't improved so much since then. For $14 this Reymos moscatel bubbly is quite nice, floral and peachy and just a little sweet. Certainly better than any Champagne you'll find at that price.

Right. Bedtime. Happy New Year, all!

Working. But $12/hr became $18/hr at midnight. Moral of the story is, be nice to the EMTs and paramedics like me who have worked every holiday since Labor Day.

I'm back from the bars.

I need to get my friends organized next year to go for the party rout. Bars suck on new years.


Alcohol has lost its appeal to me. There was a time when I could get drunk and have a great time even if the social circumstances sucked.

Now I'm much more needy. To have a fun night, alcohol helps a little, but the social circumstances are crucial. Even though I was wasted, being at a loud bar tonight unable to communicate effectively put a damper on the night.


At the time in question, I was swapping goofy stories with a room full of lightly inebriated librarians and comic book artists.

My new year's eve was spoiled by the sickening terrorist event known as the Irish Car Bomb.

Luckily no one vomited. And I only drunk dialed one ex-girlfriend.


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