Monday, October 27, 2008


Saturday night we had a few friends over to celebrate jparks' 30th birthday. And this happened:


That bottle was almost full at the start of the party. I know Whitney had one drink made with Maker's Mark but I think the rest of the bottle was consumed by Jon and I. Honestly, I had no idea this was the case until I came downstairs on Sunday morning (at 7:30am to go for a bike ride. With a massive hangover. I am a machine!) and saw the empty bottle. My first thought was "ohh, shhiiiittttt" and my second was "Ah, this hangover makes sense now"

And because I am one klassy lassy, I apparently went around the party telling people all about my IUD and how I will not be pushing out a baby in a certain month. Shortly after this the party started to clear out. I really have no idea why.

All in all the evening was a good night (at least the parts that I remember), although I think whiskey and I are going to start a trial separation now. I think we got a little bit too serious, too fast and I need a little breathing room in the relationship. Maybe it's time to start dating other liquors, or perhaps branch out and try some wine every once in awhile. Maybe I should ease myself into a relationship with wine since I'm used to party girls like whiskey. Maybe wine in a cube for starters and then, if the relationship is going well, I'll move on to screw top wines and finally settle in for the long haul with corked wines. Aw, I think this relationship might work.


  1. If you were making your drinks the same way you made mine (woo! that puppy was STRONG), then it doesn't surprise me that the bottle is gone. Though I'm sure Jon had a hand in it too. :)

  2. The amazing thing was that I finally tapped out at 2 AM, only to wake up alert and actually reasonably functional at 8. I think the days of "house a bottle of bourbon and answer the bell fresh as a daisy" are long LONG gone, but I am secretly quite pleased that I managed not to kill myself.

    In fairness, though, since it took two people to help, I must conclude that I am pushing 37 and should count myself lucky not to be face-down somewhere near the Mercado.

  3. This has nothing to do with this post, but I just wanted to let you and Jon know that I VOTED TODAY.

    I voted!

    I voted!

    I voted!!

    (hahahaha, it's fun to tease my husband sometimes...)