Anyone for a nightcap?

Finishing off last night's Night Harvest cabernet before going out to make a fool of myself in front of an audience.

I may be pickling my liver, but at least I'm giving it some good pickling herbs and juices. ;)
 
[smidgey-est smidge Gnarly Head Chard tipsy posting]

So I should have been in bed hours ago, but I had the Dear God longest day (breakfast for 8, Target, walk to the train with 5, train downtown, museum with grumpyness, train home, lunch for 10, swimsuit shopping, water parking, dinner for 10, 3 haircuts, 5 baths, bedtime snacks, much obstinance, half of Dr. Doolittle, 1 phone conversation, 1 shower, 1 generous glass of wine...

May I quietly say that wine and the movie Forgetting Sarah Marshall is highly recommended, especially if one has undergone frustratingly angsty relashionshipness at any point in one's life?

*puts self to bed*

[/smidgey-est smidge Gnarly Head Chard tipsy posting]
 
Having a quiet glass of the Macallan as a wind-down from a long day. And beginning to wonder if all the other nightcappers have secretly abandoned the bar.
 
Yanks, if it makes you feel better I am trapped in my childhood home with nothing to drink. Well, apparrently there's some kind of awful apricot brandy and dessert wine somewhere here I've yet to locate.

Halp!
 
Yanks, if it makes you feel better I am trapped in my childhood home with nothing to drink. Well, apparrently there's some kind of awful apricot brandy and dessert wine somewhere here I've yet to locate.

Halp!


What, no David's Wild Irish Rose? ;)
 
I'm going out "on the town" tonight! I may get tipsy!

(I may even wear a dress)

Nighty night. Must shower and groom.
 
Having a quiet glass of the Macallan as a wind-down from a long day. And beginning to wonder if all the other nightcappers have secretly abandoned the bar.

Hell no...just drinking rather quietly, as of late...
and probably will adjust the amount as this day gets longer, and so much more challenging...sigh


:confused:
 
I may be qualified for work as an anesthesiologist in a couple of months.

Scotch (cask strength) followed by Borgo Italian merlot. Tasty but not immensely strong.
 
It occurred to me a bit ago that this "no longer relationship-ed" thing means facing considerable pressure [co-workers, sister, roommate/best friend] to be social this summer... blech.

Chenin Blanc.
 
It occurred to me a bit ago that this "no longer relationship-ed" thing means facing considerable pressure [co-workers, sister, roommate/best friend] to be social this summer... blech.

Chenin Blanc.

I think I can empathize. Trying to imagine what might happen if I were in a similar situation: would friends try to push various and sundry vanilla folk on me? How do you gracefully tell someone that their idea of a perfect date for you is unrealistic because she has never begged to be spanked?
 
I think I can empathize. Trying to imagine what might happen if I were in a similar situation: would friends try to push various and sundry vanilla folk on me? How do you gracefully tell someone that their idea of a perfect date for you is unrealistic because she has never begged to be spanked?

H had this problem. Even better - his ex has selective hearing. He's bi.

She figures that this means he's gay and wants to be set up with nice men as vanilla and straightlaced as she was.

Fail.
 
H had this problem. Even better - his ex has selective hearing. He's bi.

She figures that this means he's gay and wants to be set up with nice men as vanilla and straightlaced as she was.

Fail.

I'm doomed to a life of being introduced to Marian the Librarian (if only she were always CutieMouse :D ).
 
I think I can empathize. Trying to imagine what might happen if I were in a similar situation: would friends try to push various and sundry vanilla folk on me? How do you gracefully tell someone that their idea of a perfect date for you is unrealistic because she has never begged to be spanked?

Worse. I seem to have a stupid quality of attracting interesting, intellectual, financially well off men... who think I'd make the perfect Domme.

Epic Fail.
 
At work still. And for few more hours ...

As I'm trying to not get a belly pouch before beach time next month ... I am avoiding the alone at home drinks and limiting myself to the social ones. Still I could do with something tonight :rolleyes:

I think I'll indulge in my little not-so-secret pleasure tonight and buy myself a bottle of Smirnoff Ice and sip it on my way home :D.

No need to hide it in a paper-bag here in Japan
 
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