| No, I haven't turned the League clubhouse into a porn studio... yet. Instead, I'm talking about my Fourth of July weekend. Very little writing done, but there was much consuming of malt liquor, microbrews, vegetarian appetizers, burgers, hot sausage, and a fourteen hour, slow smoked pork shoulder. Deeeelicious! But the best of it truly was the fact that we were visiting friends in Philly and if yer gonna throw down for independence and fireworks, it's the place to be. When the fireworks started, we ran up to our friends roof deck, overlooking old world looking Philly and I got a little misty. That may have been the rain or (plug) the fact that I did a lot of reading on Ben Franklin recently for The Fourteenth Virtue in The Dimension Next Door on-sale now (/end plug). Either way, it was a good time and left me wondering if I could pull off that historical urban fantasy novel I've been jonesing to do... In other news, don't forget to start DVRing I LOVE MONEY on VH-1. I loves me a good trainwreck. |
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Nothing like malt liquor to celebrate the birth of a nation. Did you pour a little for your homies Ben and George?
Indeedio!
Actually, it was a malt liquor thing that tasted like iced tea.. maybe it was called Twisted Tea? After awhile it just didn't matter anymore...
Sounds like something I sampled here a little while ago. Been trying the Mike's Hard line and other assorted beverages. Sweet inebriation!
I swore off malt beverages after an unfortunate Zima incident in college.
Was the unfortunate incident just simply the fact that you were drinking Zima, perchance?
My malt consumption tended to be from the Boone's family, back in the day. I'd drink a bottle of the fuzzy navel or something while walking to college parties.
I also tended to carry around Dr. McGillicuddy in a brown paper bag and sip from it. As well as the quart bottles of Woodchuck cider.
Thinking back on it, that was one messed up collection of booze.
Malt liquor and meat ... life doesn't get any better than that.
No, sir, it does NOT!
*sniffle* Anton, you said you'd never say those words to another person!
You used me!
Stacia-
I say a lot of things. It's what we call pillow talk. Now gimmee some sugar!