Anyone for a nightcap?

It's my birthday. I'm going to the bar for my nightcap. My plan is to sucker a bunch of pliable little boys into buying drinks for me and go home alone. :devil:

Anybody want to suggest a cocktail or two? I'm not sure what kind of mood I'm in tonight.
 
intothewoods said:
I cook for my kid too! It's hard raising a metrosexual.


I never understood the term metrosexual myself. I try to dress ok, I cook, I read poetry but I also like the outdoors and own guns. I have been called "pretty boy" by some friends who tease Me. Am I a metrosexual? Just a random thought and potential hijack... ;)
 
BiBunny said:
It's my birthday. I'm going to the bar for my nightcap. My plan is to sucker a bunch of pliable little boys into buying drinks for me and go home alone. :devil:

Anybody want to suggest a cocktail or two? I'm not sure what kind of mood I'm in tonight.

Vodka tonic is my standby.
 
Thane1234 said:
I never understood the term metrosexual myself. I try to dress ok, I cook, I read poetry but I also like the outdoors and own guns. I have been called "pretty boy" by some friends who tease Me. Am I a metrosexual? Just a random thought and potential hijack... ;)

Well, first of all, I meant that in a toungue and cheek sort of way.

The term refers to het guys who get manicures and use lots of hair products, pay lots of attention to their clothes, appearance, etc. I think it was coined in a NY Times article, but I could be off on that.

I don't think men, straight or otherwise, should be confined to any sorts of behavior based on gender. And I wouldn't care if my kid were metro, hetero, gay, and/or likes wearing women's panties.
 
BiBunny said:
It's my birthday. I'm going to the bar for my nightcap. My plan is to sucker a bunch of pliable little boys into buying drinks for me and go home alone. :devil:

Anybody want to suggest a cocktail or two? I'm not sure what kind of mood I'm in tonight.
Since you are in Alabama, you could do a Alabama Slammer; or a Ruby Slipper(my fav) or one that i would suggest only having at most 3 of, and thats the Zombie.
 
A poem for this thread. Forgive me before I begin.

Miniver Cheevy

Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
Grew lean while he assailed the seasons
He wept that he was ever born,
And he had reasons.

Miniver loved the days of old
When swords were bright and steeds were prancing;
The vision of a warrior bold
Would send him dancing.

Miniver sighed for what was not,
And dreamed, and rested from his labors;
He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,
And Priam's neighbors.

Miniver mourned the ripe renown
That made so many a name so fragrant;
He mourned Romance, now on the town,
And Art, a vagrant.

Miniver loved the Medici,
Albeit he had never seen one;
He would have sinned incessantly
Could he have been one.

Miniver cursed the commonplace
And eyed a khaki suit with loathing:
He missed the medieval grace
Of iron clothing.

Miniver scorned the gold he sought,
But sore annoyed was he without it;
Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,
And thought about it.

Miniver Cheevy, born too late,
Scratched his head and kept on thinking;
Miniver coughed, and called it fate,
And kept on drinking.

-- Edwin Arlington Robinson
 
Chris_Xavier said:
Its' mine now.

I challenge you to a fight to the pain!

Prince Humperdinck: First things first, to the death.
Westley: No. To the pain.
Prince Humperdinck: I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase.
Westley: I'll explain and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon.
Prince Humperdinck: That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me.
Westley: It won't be the last. To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose.
Prince Humperdinck: And then my tongue I suppose, I killed you too quickly the last time. A mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight.
Westley: I wasn't finished. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right.
Prince Humperdinck: And then my ears, I understand let's get on with it.
Westley: WRONG. Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing," will echo in your perfect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
Prince Humperdinck: I think your bluffing.
Westley: It's possible, Pig, I might be bluffing. It's conceivable, you miserable, vomitous mass, that I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. But, then again... perhaps I have the strength after all.
[slowly rises and points sword directly at the prince]
Westley: DROP... YOUR... SWORD!
[mouth hanging open, drops sword to floor]
 
Thane1234 said:
I challenge you to a fight to the pain!

Prince Humperdinck: First things first, to the death.
Westley: No. To the pain.
Prince Humperdinck: I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase.
Westley: I'll explain and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon.
Prince Humperdinck: That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me.
Westley: It won't be the last. To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose.
Prince Humperdinck: And then my tongue I suppose, I killed you too quickly the last time. A mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight.
Westley: I wasn't finished. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right.
Prince Humperdinck: And then my ears, I understand let's get on with it.
Westley: WRONG. Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing," will echo in your perfect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
Prince Humperdinck: I think your bluffing.
Westley: It's possible, Pig, I might be bluffing. It's conceivable, you miserable, vomitous mass, that I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. But, then again... perhaps I have the strength after all.
[slowly rises and points sword directly at the prince]
Westley: DROP... YOUR... SWORD!
[mouth hanging open, drops sword to floor]

Damn it Thane. Are you drunk and quote Shakespeare again?
 
You dare blaspheme The Princess Bride by mistaking it for Shakespeare??? *gasps in horror*
 
EmpressFi said:
You dare blaspheme The Princess Bride by mistaking it for Shakespeare??? *gasps in horror*
I don't think that word means what you think it means. :p
 
EmpressFi said:
You dare blaspheme The Princess Bride by mistaking it for Shakespeare??? *gasps in horror*

Isn't the Princess Bride based on Shakespeare's favorite topic?
 
EmpressFi said:
You dare blaspheme The Princess Bride by mistaking it for Shakespeare??? *gasps in horror*


Fi, it frightens me that you remembered where those lines came from :eek:
 
NALA CAYENNE said:
Fi, it frightens me that you remembered where those lines came from :eek:
Nala dear...

Malin and I.. along with my brother.. my nephew..and most of our friends.. and quote the movie.. and for Christmas one year.. Malin bought me the book..


*grin*

its one of my favorite scenes.. just the sound of his voice when he says "...every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing..." and I swear.. after the hundreds..if not thousands of times I've seen it.. I still get chills when I hear, "Drop.. your... sword"
 
Thane1234 said:
I challenge you to a fight to the pain!

Prince Humperdinck: First things first, to the death.
Westley: No. To the pain.
Prince Humperdinck: I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase.
Westley: I'll explain and I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon.
Prince Humperdinck: That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me.
Westley: It won't be the last. To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose.
Prince Humperdinck: And then my tongue I suppose, I killed you too quickly the last time. A mistake I don't mean to duplicate tonight.
Westley: I wasn't finished. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right.
Prince Humperdinck: And then my ears, I understand let's get on with it.
Westley: WRONG. Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing," will echo in your perfect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
Prince Humperdinck: I think your bluffing.
Westley: It's possible, Pig, I might be bluffing. It's conceivable, you miserable, vomitous mass, that I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. But, then again... perhaps I have the strength after all.
[slowly rises and points sword directly at the prince]
Westley: DROP... YOUR... SWORD!
[mouth hanging open, drops sword to floor]

LOVE THIS MOVIE!!!

It is one of my favorites of all time. Now I am going to have to watch it again.....
 
*Just starting a debate*

Is it ok that Mike Huckabee does not believe in evolution if he become our President?
 
Three jello shots and four drinks so far. I haven't even left for the bar yet. Alcohol is a glorious, glorious thing. :cathappy: I'll be glad when my buzz starts, though.
 
Thane1234 said:
*Just starting a debate*

Is it ok that Mike Huckabee does not believe in evolution if he become our President?

Oh dear jesus, line up the scientists on one side and the christians on the other and let the bashing begin.
 
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