No Reason We Should Both Be Miserable
Another posting to chronicle another weekend of suffering for you.
Friday night’s experiment with testing the bonds of friendship yielded interesting, if predictable, results. Firstly, do not play whist whilst imbibing of gin and mead. Second, do not suspend said game of cards so that you can switch to vodka and currant liqueur. Thirdly, do not allow the vodka to stop flowing so that rye might make its feelings known. Once the rye is at an end, this is not the time to return to vodka. Lastly, once your guests have left, do not don the headphones and slake the thirst that is to come with beer while listening to tender ballads of revenge until dawn.
This, my friends, is a recipe for how to be a grumpy bear when it’s time to take the children to kindergarten in the morning. The homeopathic cure for which is to be found in watching a movie, going to a wretched TFC match where a hopelessly cliché-loving cavalier proposes to his girlfriend in front of 20,000 loogans, going to a stratospherically chic furniture gallery opening where you can’t afford the ermine skin table leg pads, before finally finding yourself at a teenager’s birthday party where, unsurprisingly, everybody dances waaaay better than you, old fat man.
Learn from my mistakes. Go out and find more seemly forms of merriment.
September 30th, 2008 at 11:39 am
Next time, this reader is not leaving quite as early… and will make sure the headphones stay on the shelf, and the author is put to bed.
Let it be noted, the whist was still played to perfection by the author… not so much by the reader.
Good times at THOT HQ, as always.