Wednesday, January 19, 2011

DB the Squeakwel

So I'm looking through my old blog drafts, right, like the ones I did not post, and I noticed one from the night before New Years Eve. The night that MoLinder spontaneously flew back to Chicago, and Sean was in town from Alaska and we got 2drnk2fxnlolz? Yes. That night. And I woke up in media res, balancing my laptop on my knees in what is now known as The Battle of Le H'ang'ouvres, which is the kind of hangover you get after drinking too much wine, yes? Oui.

Anyway, I don't know if you remember way back when, but MoLinder and I used to sit around and get wasted and yell at each other, and that was basically our very favorite thing to do ever. For her entire visit we talked about doing another drunk live blog, but we never got any further than this, which I'm posting more for MoLinder than anyone else and found just fifteen minutes ago:

So MoLinder is in town right now. And although I don't necessarily feel like moLinder is ar requirement to have good drunken coinversation, let's fucking face it; molinder is a requi9rement to have goot drunken converation.

It begins elsewhere.

Me: I am going to drunk and I am going to navigate this. I am going to Tim Gunn it.

MoL: You are going to make it work. Why did you get more soup than me?

Me: Because I wanted it more.

MoL: You know what I will take your Mrs. Grass, but only under duress. Do you hear me? DURESS.

Me: Fuckin I hope you get herpes.

Post date and time:
12/31/2010 6:42 AM



Kono said...

what the fuck is a draft blog? you mean people don't just type off the top of their head an it send? the world's a weird fucking place.

Kono said...

that's blog draft and hit send, that fucking mischievor or whatever you named him was fucking with the computer. damn kids. it's cool now though, i gave him some knives to play with.

Rassles said...

More like the ones I start typing and then have to stop and go back to work because my lunch break is over, or I pass out on my keyboard, or my dad calls.

renalfailure said...

Mrs. Grass chicken noodle soup with the flavor egg is awesome. It cures colds and makes the crippled walk again.

daisyfae said...

"Le H'ang'ouvres". Sounds so much classier than "Cringing Liver Brain Death with Sweater-wearing Teeth" - which is what a hangover feels like to me.

nursemyra said...

Herpes? Type 1 or Type 2?

Bobbay said...

When did you guys do this? And eat soup? Because I know that I didn't pass out until it was light already, and there was no soup when I passed out.