Thursday, May 30, 2013

Today's Happy Hour Soundtrack: The Flesh is Weak

I'm in deep doo-doo.  We KNOW DIL Erma will be here in about an hour's time and there's a certain... ummm... expectation that we will consume a few barley pops on the verandah upon her arrival, which might could extend until such time as the sun goes down.  Or not, depending on her agenda.  We had it in our mind to save ourselves for the occasion, which is to say we wouldn't begin Happy Hour until she made her presence known.  Alas, and alack, the flesh is weak.  We're getting ready to pop the top on our third adult beverage of the afternoon in spite of all our best intentions.  But you know what they say... road... intentions... pavement... and all that.  It isn't quite as bad as this, but almost:


Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer
Well, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer
The future's uncertain, and the end is always near 
The future IS uncertain... but I think it MIGHT get a lil bit boozy-woozy this evening.  Now if we can just talk Erm into inviting her girlfriend over...

On quite another topic... WHY is it that I've been either blessed or cursed by my associations with wimmen who can, and do, drink me under the table?  Conventional wisdom has it that men are better drinkers... or at least can hold their liquor better... than wimmen.  Such is NOT the case with me.  Many were the nights when I left The Second Mrs. Pennington and The Lovely Ms. Lynch to their devices whilst I struggled upstairs to get horizontal.  Both of those ladies routinely laughed at me as I said my adieus and left their sterling company.  And they aren't the only ones, either, they were just two in a long line of such strongly-constituted wimmen.  I don't know if I'm a lightweight or if I've just been blessed/cursed in knowing wimmen of exceptional capacity.  That kinda-sorta worked to my benefit back in Former Happy Days, in that my virtue was easily compromised.  What virtue I had, anyhoo.  Like I said: a completely different topic.  My virtue will most likely remain intact this evening, but my sobriety prolly won't.

13 comments:

  1. I think your lack of ass/mass is hampering your ability to continue drinkin' with the big dogs. Consider your self fortunate to be wearing the same size trousers I was wearing
    25 years ago. I'm a 38 waist now...:(

    Have fun with the ladies!

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    1. I think you're right where mass is concerned. More than a few wimmen outweigh me.

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  2. Meant to comment the other day that "Roadhouse Blues" is one of my ALLTIME faves! Simply CANNOT beet the lyrics: "Well I woke up this morning and got myself a BEER!..." MY MAN JIM!!!

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    1. I'm ALMOST at that place right now, coz I just woke up.

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  3. Well, you can't beat 'em either, lol. (Although I do like a cold beet& onion salad and both hot & cold borscht)

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    1. MMMM... beets! I love 'em. Borscht, too.

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  4. I'm of the opinion that having a high capacity is a curse, rather than a blessing.
    I know longer test it, though, and have found that to be a real blessing.

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    1. I'd just like to be able to keep up without falling asleep. <== code for passing out, sometimes.

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  5. Come hang out with me. I have zero capacity for alcohol. One half bottle of wine and I am beyond myself.

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    1. Heh. It appears we have something in common, eh?

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