Sunday, November 30
Top 5 Alcoholic Beverages
1) Lemon Meringue - cocktail at Earl's.
2) no-name - cocktail that Leo makes just for me at the Brickhouse.
3) Jailbait - cocktail at Deighton's Well. (I was there just the other night, and had this lovely cocktail. I also asked our lovely waitress when she was "due," fully believing her to be pregnant. Turns out, she wasn't pregnant. I blame the cocktail.)
4) Newcastle beer
5) Heineken (my staple)
2) no-name - cocktail that Leo makes just for me at the Brickhouse.
3) Jailbait - cocktail at Deighton's Well. (I was there just the other night, and had this lovely cocktail. I also asked our lovely waitress when she was "due," fully believing her to be pregnant. Turns out, she wasn't pregnant. I blame the cocktail.)
4) Newcastle beer
5) Heineken (my staple)
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Cocktails? What are you, a girl?
(Ha ha. Get it? Because you are a girl, Kelsey. You are! Man, that was so clever.)
Heineken was the first alcoholic drink I ever tried that didn't a) taste like urine (or what I imagine urine would taste like), and b) didn't cause more hair to grow on my chest (wow that was a disturbing mental image, even for me).
I've since discovered the wonders that are Granville Island beers. Hefeweizen is my favouritest ever. I love it. Like I love my dead grandmother (RIP grandma).
Of course, being a diabetic with a pansy liver, I'm limited to one, oh, every birthday.
(Ha ha. Get it? Because you are a girl, Kelsey. You are! Man, that was so clever.)
Heineken was the first alcoholic drink I ever tried that didn't a) taste like urine (or what I imagine urine would taste like), and b) didn't cause more hair to grow on my chest (wow that was a disturbing mental image, even for me).
I've since discovered the wonders that are Granville Island beers. Hefeweizen is my favouritest ever. I love it. Like I love my dead grandmother (RIP grandma).
Of course, being a diabetic with a pansy liver, I'm limited to one, oh, every birthday.
Oh? I've never tried Hefeweizen. I think I shall. As long as it doesn't put more hair on my chest. Shaving your chest is a b*tch. I swear, it grows back faster than my leg hair.
Don't be ashamed of your pansy liver. You grow a good beard. You have nothing to fear.
DISCLAIMER: I am not a bar star or private boozer. I'm all for sobriety. Except when it comes to the Holy Spirit. Then go nuts. Get hammered.
Don't be ashamed of your pansy liver. You grow a good beard. You have nothing to fear.
DISCLAIMER: I am not a bar star or private boozer. I'm all for sobriety. Except when it comes to the Holy Spirit. Then go nuts. Get hammered.
Too late -- we've already arranged for the requisite Stop Five Intervention. Help is on the way, K-passa. Help is on its way.
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