(at the bus stop)
Me: I don’t want you to go. It is sad times when you go.
Him: You’ll be busy! Doing stuff. Won’t even notice I’m gone.
Me: NO. I WILL DO NOTHING BUT WATCH FUTURAMA AND DRINK WHISKEY.
Him: …instead of watching Futurama and drinking vodka?
Me: Totally different. Whiskey is sad drink. Vodka is happy drink.
Him: ……
Me: Ok, I lied. They’re both sad drinks. I AM A SAD PERSON.
Him: *hugs me, and then gets on the bus to leave me for a long sad time*
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I'M STARING AT THE ASPHALT WONDERING WHAT'S BURIED UNDERNEATH
Whiskey, to me, is the drink that I am not allowed to have because I make people cry. Liquid courage, I suppose, but it’s a good story to tell… XD
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…every drink is technically the drink that makes me make people cry. I get mean when I’m drunk.
Mean and slutty.
So, you know, me sans filter. 😉
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I am a big vodka drinker and learning to like rum (THANK YOU PAPA LEGBA). But, whiskey has always been that drink that just makes me go ten steps passed crazy. I almost miss the ability to open my mouth and say, ‘You want to hear something?’
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-nod- I understand.
I can’t drink rum anymore. Used to love it, until I had way too much with the wrong kind of chaser. Four hours of vomiting in a bathtub later….
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That’s how I feel about blackberry brandy. I used to *love* it. But, after having the hang over from hell, the love has since fled.
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Oh my gods, blackberry brandy sounds delish.
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It tastes like cough syrup if I remember correctly, but it’s DELICIOUS cough syrup. Also, it goes great in coffee.
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Funny conversation you two. My fave is Canadian whiskey, and it just makes me really, really affectionate and then I fall asleep. I would never make it as an alcoholic, I can’t stay awake long enough to get plastered. My daughter tells me I just apologize a lot, “You say, ‘sorry I didn’t make you lunch before school that one day,’ and ‘sorry I told you I wouldn’t braid your hair.’ It’s pathetic.” Hm
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This made me laugh. Especially the bit about making lunch before school that one day. Totally the sort of odd specificity that should be part of drunken apologies. 😉
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