Someone in another thread didn't get Chicago's song 25 or 6 to 4.

The problem with it... IMHO. Is that they have the grammar wrong

It's: 25 or 6, to 4.

My solution would be about 3:34 (26 to 4) or 3:35(25 to 4) in the morning.

The old "No pictures or it didn't happen" theory.

Beer here, but I just got the munchies and made a PBJ sandwich. I think bed time will ensue.

And that was many months ago. Such a damn lightweight.

That prepares for St Patrick's day. Athletes call it conditioning.

Dad was as Irish as they get, mom is as African as they come.

So... I love soccer (good and proper folk call it football), getting picked on in a bar, drinking good beer, a decent Scotch, as well as dancing and singing my ass off.

Don't you know asking a drunk person a question is like talking to an oracle?

And we're getting our initial partying out of the way.

And by partying do you mean any excuse to get shitfaced?

And drinking to celebrate the rare times my group of friends go out and do stuff like this. Last time was a camping trip out in the summer.

It does not matter where you stay.

It does not matter where you are.

You are celebrating. Celebrating love, friendship, brother or sisterhood, with folks who are acutely aware of the fact that this is the rarest of occasions that bring you together.

Enjoy.

Make it epic.

Make it something so awesome, or remarkable that an Irishman somewhere writes a song about it.

And I very much appreciate it.

Not so... Shall we say... Respectable.

I was never popular in high school. Or a standout in any way. I made great friends. I fell in love with a girl named Amber who never knew I existed (or so I thought). I was introverted. A quiet fellow to say the least. A nerd, stoner, dirtbag, or creep depending on what glasses you wore to view me through.

I ended up going to my 20th HS reunion. A few of my friends were there. We were in Old Sacremento (a must visit) in California. It was during their 4th of July celebrations.

After the event a large group of us went bar hopping.

At the last pub, we were playing darts or pool (I can't remember) and we had our fill. I saw her. Amber. I cannot describe her. She was just... Seduction, inhibition, and frightening all at once.

One of my friends recognized her and she came into the fold of us as we left the pub. As we crossed the parking garage to get back to the car we passed a police motorcycle. The helmet was sitting there on the seat. Someone (not me) came up with the idea to steal the helmet. I volunteered to take it.

As I took the helmet I noticed that not only did the officer leave the helmet, but the keys were still in it. So the idea came up to move the bike to another level of the parking garage, you know.. To mess with the cop.

Amber thought it was an awesome idea. I don't know what happened (beer muscles maybe). But I sat in the saddle, told her to hop on, and said that we'll move it a few levels down.

I started it up, she hopped on and I tore down the ramp... But I did I not stop.

I pulled out of the garage, and continued immediately up the freeway ramp. We rode for about ten minutes where I pulled off and went up on one of the levy roads.

I pulled off the road. We got off the bike, and I said "Man that was fun. Where do you want to go?"

At that point she kissed me. I'll say no more of our evening.

That night should encompass a chapter in the book of awesome.

Add a chapter my friend. Make it a good one.

Basically how big are you?

Someone 100lbs would get way more drunk than someone who is 200lbs.

listen, oracle, you're not being of much help here!
meanwhile, i'm on my second drink (with the additional help of a muscle relaxer) and wondering if it's a crime to serve on a du jury while slightly tipsy.

any thoughts on drunk jurrors?

as i wrote it, wondering how much more over the top you might've been!)

the great thing was, we all voted the same way! (??maybe everyone is a wee bit tipsy? ... nah...)

My one and only hide came from a drunken post where I complimented someone on an awesome post. Their post was epic, but my drunken self got it hidden. Apparently if the subject line contains "Oh go fuck yourself" you get a hide, no matter how nice and complimentary your post is.


Anyhoo... To your question.

I'm at 150lbs

So at that weight 3 drinks an hour should get me tipsy.

However, I'm half Irish. So I need to divide by 2 and calculate my mass times the speed of light squared.

Thanks.

Even when you're drunk you can still call a cab.

Phone number = 333-3333

every time you are near?

Just a celebratory and very occasional habit.