06 February 2012
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R. Linda:
Never in me life have I been so smashed trashed from two drinks! Yes, it happened to me yesterday and it is very hard to write about it even now because me dickey tum is very upset from all that vodka! I have a new found respect for Uncle Boris! (See So There I Was Nov. 22, 2009) Yes, I do! How he can drink vodka and it doesn't affect him I have no idea. Normally vodka does not do much to me either, BUT I joined my wife in her girlie drink and while she seemed fine from three of the same drinks, I, on the other hand, am still reeling.
Okay, this is what happened. Yesterday, we went to my neighbour's pub (yes, he has one in his house) and it was a private party to watch the Super Bowl. There were goodies, crisps, dips, chicken wings, and all kinds of drinks, and there on his big screen, they were gearing up for the big game. Team representation was pretty good, half of us were there to cheer on the New England Patriots and the others to cheer on the New York Giants, or is that New Jersey? The same thing doesn't matter. SO ANYWAY, Tonya had made her famous once-a-year caramel popcorn and I was piggin' out on that I was, enjoying meself with a few tortilla chips, salsa and a very hot jalapeno cheese dip that I needed a drink to put out the fire. Well, me Tonya has a new found penchant for dirty martinis and there she was floating around with her very girlie glass, olives up to the end of the stick and it was just at that time I mentioned I needed to wet the old whistle when she offered to go get me a drink.
I continued munching away, a little bit of chicken, a little bit of crisps, some onion or clam dip, or whatever was up there, I was enjoying meself UNTIL Tonya arrived and handed me a dirty martini.
"Wots this?" I asked her.
"A dirty tini, try it."
"But I wanted a Guinness or a Murphy's Stout, I know they're in the fridge back there," and I tried to hand her back the oddly shaped glass but she wouldn't take it.
"Just give it a try," she said, drifting away.
Oi. I took a sip covertly. Wasn't bad. Then I looked at the olives and they were the blue cheese stuffed ones. Yuck, what happened to the cocktail olives with pimento? I looked around to ask, but she was way down the other end of the room, so I shrugged and took another sip. Hum, not bad, getting better. Just then Frank who is a neighbour I only know by sight, came up to me and said, "Aw, don't feel embarrassed. James Bond, you know 007 used to drink martinis."
I thought, hum okay then. Took a few more sips and started to feel very James Bondish I did indeed. I held that baby like it was a man's glass and had to catch meself from affecting an English accent and deep voice like Sean Connery, but I think I looked more like George Lazenby unfortunately.
We went into the home theatre to see the kick-off and in time I finished the tini. But something odd flashed on the telly screen, the Super Bowl rings were all lined up in all their diamond glory and only my wife would notice this, but she said, "Oh look that's BAD LUCK, the two Patriot Super Bowl Rings are upside down!"
(Go here to view ad. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P6baFjhios4)
A few pictures follow, one of the way the rings should have looked, and just so you know what the Patriot Super Bowl ring that was upside down looked like - a single shot of that and how it should look.
Oh no, a curse for sure. So sure enough me neighbour paused the screen and we all took a good look -- AND IT WAS TRUE!
"They're going to lose for sure!" Someone shouted, the voice cracking in dismay.
"It's a curse I tell ya, just like the curse of the bambino!" Someone else cried.
"The Patriots are doomed! YEA!" A Giant's fan shouted with glee.
Well, we of the Patriots cheering section were quite subdued after that. I only found out later that a New York firm was responsible for that ad. So the mystery is solved, they might have purposely put the upside-down rings in the second row instead of the first row with the Giant's rings (that were right side up), but I'm only saying.
We watched the game progress with this curse thing hanging over us, the Giants getting numbers on the scoreboard and finally, Tom Brady put it into gear and we were up by halftime!
By that time, I found myself with my second dirty martini. I sat there and watched Madonna try to do cartwheels and one of the singers must have decided not to help her stand on her head, he just kept singing looking down at her in a very awkward position, the other singer holding her one leg up. How awful for Madonna, then she goes up the bleacher steps with these two, and tries, once, twice, three times the charm, to get to the top. I thought she was going to take a tumble. Meanwhile, one of the female singers down in front a certain MIA, was giving us the finger and Frank said, "I don't think she's singing, I think she's shouting obscenities at the camera, her lips don't match the song."
Well, it sure did look that way. Meanwhile, Madonna had put on this black sequined coat and her hair was caught in the zipper and we were all dreading her ripping it off to reveal some obscure costume, oh my what would happen if her hair extensions came off with the coat? But she must have known because the coat stayed on and did nothing for her figure.
What a disaster the halftime show was. Borrrrinnggg!
The game started up again, and there we were discussing the curse because things were decidedly going in the favour of New York, or is that New Jersey? Whatever. Well, we lost we did, and it was time to go. Offers to help clean up were wonderfully refused or maybe smartly since we all had drunk a brewery full of beer EXCEPT yours truly who when he got up, swayed to the left, then to the right. I was looped, feeling good but I knew I was in trash mode.
Somehow, I made it down the step to the next row of seats and out the door and into the bar, and I was swaying while I said me goodbyes and I swayed/lurched out the door, and getting hold of Tonya's arm, I lurched as we walked up the road to our abode like Frankenstein.
We got inside and I stood there swaying when Tonya decided to remark I was swaying, which the thought made me feel a little green. She had three of those godforsaken drinks and she wasn't swaying she said, but I could have sworn she was swaying, but she said I thought she was swaying because it was me that was swaying. I told her she wasn't exactly standing still herself, but this morning she told me again, because I wasn't standing still it LOOKED like she wasn't either.
"Go put that on your blog," she said with a sneer. "Tell them what you drank and what it did to manly YOU."
"I intend to," I said to her, "and I will put the blame where it deserves, on you!"
All day long I've felt like I was going to barf up my guts or drop dead asleep WHICH would be a Godsend, but we both know that wasn't going to happen because this is ME we are talking about. Last night my room spun around and I wished to die. I woke up after passing out to find I was still here and me tum be rebelling not fully, just enough to remind me what I drank and how much. I swear NEVER to drink another dirty martini EVER!
I don't know how Tonya does it. Got to go have a lie down now.
Gabe
Copyright © 2012 All rights reserved
R. Linda:
Never in me life have I been so smashed trashed from two drinks! Yes, it happened to me yesterday and it is very hard to write about it even now because me dickey tum is very upset from all that vodka! I have a new found respect for Uncle Boris! (See So There I Was Nov. 22, 2009) Yes, I do! How he can drink vodka and it doesn't affect him I have no idea. Normally vodka does not do much to me either, BUT I joined my wife in her girlie drink and while she seemed fine from three of the same drinks, I, on the other hand, am still reeling.
Okay, this is what happened. Yesterday, we went to my neighbour's pub (yes, he has one in his house) and it was a private party to watch the Super Bowl. There were goodies, crisps, dips, chicken wings, and all kinds of drinks, and there on his big screen, they were gearing up for the big game. Team representation was pretty good, half of us were there to cheer on the New England Patriots and the others to cheer on the New York Giants, or is that New Jersey? The same thing doesn't matter. SO ANYWAY, Tonya had made her famous once-a-year caramel popcorn and I was piggin' out on that I was, enjoying meself with a few tortilla chips, salsa and a very hot jalapeno cheese dip that I needed a drink to put out the fire. Well, me Tonya has a new found penchant for dirty martinis and there she was floating around with her very girlie glass, olives up to the end of the stick and it was just at that time I mentioned I needed to wet the old whistle when she offered to go get me a drink.
I continued munching away, a little bit of chicken, a little bit of crisps, some onion or clam dip, or whatever was up there, I was enjoying meself UNTIL Tonya arrived and handed me a dirty martini.
"Wots this?" I asked her.
"A dirty tini, try it."
"But I wanted a Guinness or a Murphy's Stout, I know they're in the fridge back there," and I tried to hand her back the oddly shaped glass but she wouldn't take it.
"Just give it a try," she said, drifting away.
Oi. I took a sip covertly. Wasn't bad. Then I looked at the olives and they were the blue cheese stuffed ones. Yuck, what happened to the cocktail olives with pimento? I looked around to ask, but she was way down the other end of the room, so I shrugged and took another sip. Hum, not bad, getting better. Just then Frank who is a neighbour I only know by sight, came up to me and said, "Aw, don't feel embarrassed. James Bond, you know 007 used to drink martinis."
I thought, hum okay then. Took a few more sips and started to feel very James Bondish I did indeed. I held that baby like it was a man's glass and had to catch meself from affecting an English accent and deep voice like Sean Connery, but I think I looked more like George Lazenby unfortunately.
We went into the home theatre to see the kick-off and in time I finished the tini. But something odd flashed on the telly screen, the Super Bowl rings were all lined up in all their diamond glory and only my wife would notice this, but she said, "Oh look that's BAD LUCK, the two Patriot Super Bowl Rings are upside down!"
(Go here to view ad. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P6baFjhios4)
A few pictures follow, one of the way the rings should have looked, and just so you know what the Patriot Super Bowl ring that was upside down looked like - a single shot of that and how it should look.
Oh no, a curse for sure. So sure enough me neighbour paused the screen and we all took a good look -- AND IT WAS TRUE!
"They're going to lose for sure!" Someone shouted, the voice cracking in dismay.
"It's a curse I tell ya, just like the curse of the bambino!" Someone else cried.
"The Patriots are doomed! YEA!" A Giant's fan shouted with glee.
Well, we of the Patriots cheering section were quite subdued after that. I only found out later that a New York firm was responsible for that ad. So the mystery is solved, they might have purposely put the upside-down rings in the second row instead of the first row with the Giant's rings (that were right side up), but I'm only saying.
We watched the game progress with this curse thing hanging over us, the Giants getting numbers on the scoreboard and finally, Tom Brady put it into gear and we were up by halftime!
By that time, I found myself with my second dirty martini. I sat there and watched Madonna try to do cartwheels and one of the singers must have decided not to help her stand on her head, he just kept singing looking down at her in a very awkward position, the other singer holding her one leg up. How awful for Madonna, then she goes up the bleacher steps with these two, and tries, once, twice, three times the charm, to get to the top. I thought she was going to take a tumble. Meanwhile, one of the female singers down in front a certain MIA, was giving us the finger and Frank said, "I don't think she's singing, I think she's shouting obscenities at the camera, her lips don't match the song."
Well, it sure did look that way. Meanwhile, Madonna had put on this black sequined coat and her hair was caught in the zipper and we were all dreading her ripping it off to reveal some obscure costume, oh my what would happen if her hair extensions came off with the coat? But she must have known because the coat stayed on and did nothing for her figure.
What a disaster the halftime show was. Borrrrinnggg!
The game started up again, and there we were discussing the curse because things were decidedly going in the favour of New York, or is that New Jersey? Whatever. Well, we lost we did, and it was time to go. Offers to help clean up were wonderfully refused or maybe smartly since we all had drunk a brewery full of beer EXCEPT yours truly who when he got up, swayed to the left, then to the right. I was looped, feeling good but I knew I was in trash mode.
Somehow, I made it down the step to the next row of seats and out the door and into the bar, and I was swaying while I said me goodbyes and I swayed/lurched out the door, and getting hold of Tonya's arm, I lurched as we walked up the road to our abode like Frankenstein.
We got inside and I stood there swaying when Tonya decided to remark I was swaying, which the thought made me feel a little green. She had three of those godforsaken drinks and she wasn't swaying she said, but I could have sworn she was swaying, but she said I thought she was swaying because it was me that was swaying. I told her she wasn't exactly standing still herself, but this morning she told me again, because I wasn't standing still it LOOKED like she wasn't either.
"Go put that on your blog," she said with a sneer. "Tell them what you drank and what it did to manly YOU."
"I intend to," I said to her, "and I will put the blame where it deserves, on you!"
All day long I've felt like I was going to barf up my guts or drop dead asleep WHICH would be a Godsend, but we both know that wasn't going to happen because this is ME we are talking about. Last night my room spun around and I wished to die. I woke up after passing out to find I was still here and me tum be rebelling not fully, just enough to remind me what I drank and how much. I swear NEVER to drink another dirty martini EVER!
I don't know how Tonya does it. Got to go have a lie down now.
Gabe
Copyright © 2012 All rights reserved
10 comments:
I feel your pain mate!
it was all the fault of those rings being turned upside down and stuck in the back. are you superstitious or what? LOL my stomach hurt reading about yours! those martinis can be vile drinks. some use gin and I can't think of anything worse. maybe you had alcohol poisoning? those martini glasses can be huge!
Aw Gabe, sorry. Maybe the drinks were jinxed or maybe last night the drinx were jinksed? LOL Go Blue!!! Wait a minute, doesn't Weas make da dirti tini's for da Mrs?
Yup he does, but he doesn't make them for me. So wasn't his fault if that's what you are implying. Poor Weas can't cut a break.
No! I wasn't implying that at all but now that you mention it, you would have probably been in far worse shape had he been making them. LOL
what does Weasil have to do with this story? Weasil makes martinis so what?
HEY!!!!!!!!!! dere'z dewdroppah startin a fightie! an dissy x i dint do nuthin geezums!!!!!!!
I am away from the blog for 12 hours and I find fighting and snarkiness in the sandbox? WHY?
Gabe WHEN YOU'RE WATCHING FOOTBALL, DRINK BEER!
And if girls are fighting about Weazil, HE'S LIKING IT!LOL
I don't think Mr. W cares if ladies fight over him, at least he's still on peoples minds. LOL But you're probably right he's loving it.
Okay, naughty corner is up and operational.
Muse, I asked for a beer, the wife decided I should have what she had. Wasn't me fault. ;(
DO BETTER NEXT TIME!LOL I just can't picture you with a martini glass! MUG, yes, dainty stem glass? NO
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