Anyone for a nightcap?

When this temporary infatuation with Mister Man cools down, let me know. We snobs ought to stick together. ;)

We'll have to have a special signal, like the Christians and the fish, so we recognize each other. Wine cork? There's probably something wayy dorkier that we can choose.

Sigh...does that mean you guys won't be my friend? Just because of an occasional Bud Light?

Fine...you guys hang out with the cheerleaders...I'll stay in the library with the geeks...or something like that... :(

~LB

Oh wait! You two weren't flirting were you? If so...never mind....

I'm totally your friend! Just don't drink milk with dinner. Er, please? And yanks is not allowed to flirt with women under 25, and I'm just --- ha ha yeah right.

In these parts of the northern midwest...a Burpee is a tomato...

Bring on the Bloody Mary.

Good to know!

Seems like we called them up downs in the navy.

Tomatoes or the exercise? Ba dum dum! I crack myself up.
 
We'll have to have a special signal, like the Christians and the fish, so we recognize each other. Wine cork? There's probably something wayy dorkier that we can choose.



And yanks is not allowed to flirt with women under 25, and I'm just --- ha ha yeah right.

Perhaps a cork with an attached nipple clamp? I thought that my limit was 21. :(
 
You are flirting!
Steps back....quietly....

(hmmm...no one flirting with me.....no like.....)

~LB
 
Call me slow-minded...but can you explain?
I'm pretty sure you weren't responding to my pathetic call for someone to flirt with me... :D

~LB

The wagon by dinosaur jr. In britain on the wagon means going sober! Would love to flirt but my subbie would go ballistic!
 
The wagon by dinosaur jr. In britain on the wagon means going sober! Would love to flirt but my subbie would go ballistic!

This isn't actually flirting. It's the internet.

my trainer made me do like 1000 of these when I was going to the gym as often as I should have. Who said I'm not a maso?

As much humiliation as pain, indeed.

A thousand? I'm in awe.

Call me slow-minded...but can you explain?
I'm pretty sure you weren't responding to my pathetic call for someone to flirt with me... :D

~LB

I didn't get it either.
 
I simply don't get the hoopla over different vodkas. Perhaps I'm just not as subtle about my hooch as I'd need to be to ride in the vodka parade.

Smoking Loon, or Pre-cancerous Bird as it's known around here, is a wise choice. I will not say the same about that near-beer you mentioned. :p

Depends how it's going down. I can drink rail vodka fine with OJ or other swill until the cocktail is like "vodka and three thai basil leaves, hot pepper infusion" and then it's Ketel one or better.
 
This isn't actually flirting. It's the internet.



A thousand? I'm in awe.



I didn't get it either.

Like a million billion thousand.

As in maybe 30?

I have GOT to get a handle again on my food lately. Dad in law and M decided on Mexican tonight and I went with flash-fried Tilapia, seemed like the least of many evils. And when you get done picking off the many bones there wasn't much "there" there.
 
Two shots of Jameson's in my Irish Coffee. That ought to get the day off on the right foot. ;)

One marvel of Chicago - when I lived there the first semester I was out there, I lived pretty much ON Rush street, we were artists in temporary housing, which was a weird furnished hotel down by the Gold Coast and the bars.

The bars were full swing goin' by 10 AM. Weekdays, Saturdays, Sunday brunches.

Now I'm no blue law person, but that's just weird.
 
One marvel of Chicago - when I lived there the first semester I was out there, I lived pretty much ON Rush street, we were artists in temporary housing, which was a weird furnished hotel down by the Gold Coast and the bars.

The bars were full swing goin' by 10 AM. Weekdays, Saturdays, Sunday brunches.

Now I'm no blue law person, but that's just weird.

Interesting. Maybe there's a lot of folks working night shift? :confused:

On an unrelated note, my hair looks like poo today. I am, however, rockin a $34 H&M wrap dress.
 
One marvel of Chicago - when I lived there the first semester I was out there, I lived pretty much ON Rush street, we were artists in temporary housing, which was a weird furnished hotel down by the Gold Coast and the bars.

The bars were full swing goin' by 10 AM. Weekdays, Saturdays, Sunday brunches.

Now I'm no blue law person, but that's just weird.

I recently returned from a college reunion where one of my former classmates reminded us that several of us went out for breakfast on graduation day at the bar where we usually hung out at night. We had the usual eggs and bacon kind of meal accompanied by a pitcher of beer. At about 9 am as best we could recall.

On a related note, when I was in grad school in Buffalo a group of us would regularly meet at a bar for breakfast. Only some of us had the Irish Coffee or similar things at that hour (i.e., before an 8 am class).
 
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