My favorite view:

…in front of the porcelain throne.

You perverts. I know what you were hoping you would see. Instead I present you with this:

This was me. Sunday night. After just a couple hours of drinking. With my Buddy.

According to the Husbear I spent a few hours puking me brains out. He was kind enough to bring me that blanket. Oh… and to take pictures of me.

And he made me post this.

I have a strange memory of sneezing a slice of onion out of my nose afterward. Thought I’d share that with you.

Happy birthday to you. You know who you are.

Since you aren’t in the mood to celebrate, I got you this instead:

At least you don’t have to blow out the candle.

This is what I felt like all day today after nearly finishing off a liter of Crown with my Buddy last night.

Spinning world…

I know I should be “more responsible” on a work night, but I have to prepare my liver for New Orleans.

The Husbear is already packed for our annual pilgrimage to Southern Decadence.

We were originally going to leave Wednesday night after I got off work from the GreatRetailEmpire and start the drive to New Orleans.

The Husbear is getting impatient and now wants to leave a day earlier.

I’m betting when I get off work tomorrow [Tuesday] the Husbear will have everything in the car and be ready to leave….

I’d like to introduce you to someone I have referred to a few times here and there: my buddy.

This is pretty much how we act all the time…

Opposite sides of the fence we are on. As he put it: “He talks about cock and I go ‘Ewwwww’. I talk about pussy and he goes ‘Ewwwww’.”

Tragic, isn’t it? … he he he.

On Monday, the buddy and I go out to have a beverage of our favorite kind—alcohol. We belly up to the bar at one of the local restaurants/watering holes (even though we live in a dry country…) and start having a few rounds.

At some point, I lost my memory. Completely. I have been drunk before in the past, but this time only a few beers and this happens? This is new to me. So little alcohol. How is this possible? And I even didn’t finish a beer I had ordered!

I vaguely remember bits and pieces of the ride home. He, being somehow sober, was an awesome buddy and drove me all the way home. And apparently my demons came out on the ride home. After he gets me to the house, I remember absolutely nothing. The husbear says I was in rare form. I even fell down at some point. I’m sure he and the husbear had some good times teasing me.

I’m sure there’s a lesson in here. To me it is this: If you’re going to drink and then not remember anything, make sure you have your buddy with you who will take care of you.

Maybe he’ll make an appearance on here and fill in some of the blanks for everyone… and me!

Thanks buddy! I owe you a few beers….