39 thoughts on “If it stumbles like a drunk and slurs like a drunk, it might be a drunk. (Part 1)

  1. I love your sense of humor and honesty (what else should I have expected considering your ‘adult humor’ and ‘brutal honesty’ tags?).

    And thanks for the link to my Year Of Living Sober blog. It’s quite a thrill to see the first post (that I know of) my daily account of one year off boozin’ has inspired.

    I learnt something too: in Oz we call ‘boxed wine’ cask wine (even though that cask is a cardboard box!)

    🙂

    Like

    1. Gotta love the boxed wine when having some drinks handy is a must and you are on a budget. Not very classy, but it gets the job done.

      I’m glad you like my crazy humor. It’s what I have to offer nowadays. AND….as far as the mention goes….no problem. I really enjoyed (although still reading) checking out your blog. I think others will enjoy it too.

      Like

      1. Ta muchly.

        Back when I was drinking—those long two months (almost) ago—if I wanted to save money and not drink bottle’d wine I’d go for a 2 litre cask.

        It’s so much more sophisticated than those 4 litre ones.

        Like

  2. I love it! Did we date the same guy?? (alcohol) you pretty much summed it up there with the same experiences I’ve had growing up until now!

    Like

    1. It’s possible. I was referring to my husband (1st one) at the time. He cheated a lot. It wouldn’t shock me if he drove all the way to see you just to cheat. He said he had a sex addiction. My ass!

      I’d say alcohol can be our bond, but that just doesn’t sound right, now does it?

      Like

      1. Ohh no about the Ex-husband! Good thing you’re not with him anymore!!! but I was referring to our first love we shared with alcohol! I guess it is our bond! I’ve had the unplanned blackouts, and my husband gets that hope that he will get drunken sex but I’m ready to pass out or hurling in the bathroom haha! But btw, where did the ex live that he may or may have not traveled up here? Jk 😉

        Like

      2. Virginia. He traveled to Boston before when we first got married. I found this out later. He likes to go around telling everyone that I cheated on him. I guess that sounds so much better than the truth.

        Like

  3. I used to love the observant types who viewed my completely stocked liquor cabinet, wine cooler and beer shelf (which was for company as I cannot abide American beer) to proclaim, “You must be an alcoholic!”

    My calm retort? “No, because if I were the cabinet would be bare.” Schmucks.

    Pass me a vodka martini, wet, dirty, with a pair and a twist, TYVM.
    Red.

    Like

    1. There’s nothing wrong with being a thoughtful hostess. I, on the other hand, can’t afford to keep people in good “spirits” (pun intended). I am a tacky BYOB person, unless of course it’s a special event.

      Like

  4. Our children have left home, we don’t have a car, but bars are everywhere and within easy walking distance. We have been pleasantly surprised at how much of a meal we can make out of olives, cherries, peanuts and other bar snacks!

    Like

    1. Damn….I barely live in walking distance to my neigborhood’s exit. I’m so jealous.

      Talk about a savings. You could probably save on drinks, but licking the bar when someone spills their beverage. I don’t recommend the floor. Kinda gross.

      Like

  5. you are absolutely right Lorrelee there is nothing like a bit… of this, that and the other, but as this is mainly about the this and the that we won’t mention the other (Now who is wittering on? 🙂 lol)

    Okay so where were we? Ahh yes you were enjoying a bit of a drink, now that is okay with me, though the falling down drunk as a skunk in Cleveland and spending the night on the bathroom floor without any of the other, well I guess that was a fangtastic night, or was it? Well the skunk was having fun 🙂 I am kidding by the way…

    Right enough of my nonsense I am now rushing over to read your follow up posting of this wickedly offered theme, soooo I will see you over there next 🙂 Did I say that I have enjoyed this posting? 🙂 Well it’s been wicked up to now so here we go…

    Have a wondrously enjoyable rest of weekend 🙂

    Androgoth XXx

    Like

    1. Now I have a blog to keep me busy, so I won’t have anymore over the top moments. One time in years isn’t too bad though.

      You are always so nice. Let me know what you think of part two.

      Like

  6. Alcohol is the most accepted drug in America next to fructose corn syrup. People need to check out other options, noteably, weed. Unfortunately, no one was smoking it in the bible, so it doesn’t get the right wing vote. That didn’t stop, the last three presidents from smoking it, or George Wa from growing it!

    Like

    1. Yeah, and I just can’t wrap my brain around drinking a bottle of fructose corn syrup. I’m sure my kids would be down with that. Medical weed is an option, but then you have to have a real medical issue, which would suck or forge prescriptions. Tricky biz.

      Like

    1. I’ll check it out. I’m not giving up alcohol. I’m just trying to make sure when I drink at home on a nightly basis, I just enjoy a relaxing feeling and stop there. No drunkness…………….but……holidays and when my hubby is home…..well that is a different story.

      Like

  7. Lighter note: Around 5 million perish every year to alcohol. The world’s population is adding 70 million every year, some rebalancing wouldn’t hurt the planet!

    I stumbled upon your blog and decided to rest awhile. You would be happy to learn that I had a wonderful time. I’m tempted to clink a few glasses and then become a loyal blog reader! 🙂

    I like your style of humour and look forward to revisiting.

    Like

Okay. Let it out!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s