April 24th, 2006
|07:49 am - Kamikazes Are My Friends|
Any night that ends with people sleeping on my bed, the rug next to my bed, and the living room floor is a success as far as I'm concerned. And any hangover that ends with me eating prime rib and sweet potatoes isn't such a bad hangover, either.
Note to self:
Never play the violin while intoxicated unless your friends are so wasted as to actually be impressed by drunken, beginner violin playing. Such as was the case on Saturday night.
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Grande Valse brillante, op.18 - Chopin
|Date:||April 25th, 2006 12:57 am (UTC)|| |
Drunks are silly. :p
I miss kamikazes...but not hangovers.
Eww cows. I saw real live cows on the way home from San Francisco. They were roaming freely and looked so happy! How could you EAT such happy cows?!??! :p
Next time, you should try pouring alcohol into the violin and drinking it out of the violin. I've been wanting to try that ever since I saw Sleeping Beauty...
I know I know. I'm a freak.
I miss those nights when we'd make kamikazes and eat fritos with bean dip and watch movies and act like morons. I get a hangover almost every time I drink. It's ridiculous. I think my body is trying to tell me something.
This is like the crabs running across the roads before dark... But I'll eat them anyway, I think... My only complaint about the prime rib was that it wasn't bloody enough for me. Mmmm.... Dead, bloody cow...
If you ever come near my violin with alcohol I will decapitate you. "OFF WITH HER HEAD!" :p
Yes. Yes you are.