Who else is liquored up?

I am on my third bourbon (or is it the fourth?) and still feel nervous about this. I still think Kerry will win but put nothing past the vile Rovians.

Just starting on second glass of wine...pretty nervous...might pull it out...then again might not...gonna be a bitch either way as it look like we've got a civil war in the good ole USA

a FINE local brew!

--MAB

I'm feeling a bit liquored up! I started with a celebratory nip, but now I'm chugging due to nervous tension.

just to remain at minimum nervousness.

sauvignon blanc, thankyouverymuch. just me and the bottle.;-)

I lost count. Thank the lord for alcohol, because there aren't any tranquilizers in the house.

And, I have to eat and go to bed before all the results are in, too. :-(

:toast:

:beer:

:hi:

but I'm staying up

that I rec'd as gift more than 5 years ago-cracked it open a little while ago.....starting to mellow.......we'll be ok....

bunch of mixers, some everclear, beer, etc. only thing to do tonight.

as well as a beer or two. :D

mmmm. sour mash....

My cat says I should go to sleep.

He's insane.

glad I did. tomorow will hurt though. maybe not. there is still more than a chance. this is just not possible!!

I just can't legally purchase it... ahem. 2 more years. :(

Lotsa!

I have a bottle of Grey Goose in the freezer for special company. If Bu$h wins, I shall declare myself "special company." Then I'll drink that bottle of Grey Goose, ice-cold Grey Goose, in a series of toasts to all I have, and will have, lost. That will take me a long time. The #1 victims, to which I'll drink heavy for one night, are my gay friends and relatives.

If we lose tonight, and after I sober up in a couple of days, we will plan the "response."

On edit: Drudge says Bu$h wins. Maybe so.

Whose streets? Our streets.

I'm way to plastered to do much of anything....

Desert sky
Dream beneath a desert sky
The rivers run but soon run dry
We need new dreams tonight

Desert rose
Dreamed I saw a desert rose
Dress torn in ribbons and in bows
Like a siren she calls to me

Sleep comes like a drug
In God's Country
Sad eyes, crooked crosses
In God's Country

Set me alight
We'll punch a hole right through the night
Everyday the dreamers die
To see what's on the other side

She is liberty
And she comes to rescue me
Hope, faith, her vanity
The greatest gift is gold

Sleep comes like a drug
In God's Country
Sad eyes crooked crosses
In God's Country

Naked flame
She stands with a naked flame
I stand with the sons of Cain
Burned by the fire of love
Burned by the fire of love

I'm not one usually to quote U2 but godamn

My sis and me had to get roaring in order to make it through the evening. Problem was, we decided to play pool while at it, and the parlor had FUX playing on the teevees.

I'm glad my vision goes fast when I'm drinking, so I couldn't see the numbers (but typing sure goes slow).

fuck tomorrow is going to hurt (in more ways than one).

I took a nap (well, ok, "passed out") earlier tonight. I thought things were going well. Now that I'm semi-sober, I got up and went online, only to discover that 11 states, including my home state of MI, have banned gay marriage. I just mixed up my 3rd martini, and it's 2:30 in the morning.

How's that.

Bake

Margaritas felt too celebratory. And my stomach was too upset for straight tequila.

For me it's Jamesons in orange juice. The Irish screw. If it isn't in those bartending guides, it ought to be.