Last night, Brian D. dragged me to some SFYD thing at a bar where people stood around discussing things I refused to muster the energy to comprehend. So I dragged Brian across the street to Martuni's where some of the SFYD's joined us, including Brian L. who much to my disappointment, refused to sing.
You know who did sing? Paul Hogarth.
Turns out, Paul sings. Fabulously! I was so caught off guard, I almost spilled my Gibson.
Almost.
Political people always have weird hobbies. Like Paul with the cabaret. Or my dad with his model trains. I wonder what Carole's is? I bet it's taxidermy!
The Brian's and I eventually left and got kicked out of Little Star before heading home.
I would like to suggest to the SFYD that they have Paul sing the national anthem or something to kick off every event. I think that would really take things up a notch...
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. . . and the only two straight guys in the room made their way to Beth to argue over who got to buy her the next Gibson.
Oh, I am sure Beth would stay long enough so that everybody who wished could buy her a Gibson...when it comes to booze, Beth doesn't fuck around.
And thank God you gave a Brian (x2) visual....
What's the deal with the Gibson? I drink but I'm a light weight. Is it in the daiquiri family or that hardcore shit that can put hair on a Chinese Crested?
Spots looks like a light weight drinker but she has Chico State qualities that I find endearing.
I wanna know about this spirit before venturing to the Peppermill and ordering one.
#1. A Gibson is a vodka martini with onions. It's a ton of alcohol and no mixer. It is hardcore.
#2. You must be new. Having had the pleasure (and subsequent hangover) of drinking with Beth, I am well aware that she drinks enough to imbibe a small third world country. And that's before noon on a Sunday. You know that scene in Indiana Jones? Beth would win.
Anon 8:23,
Thanks for the info on the Gibson and Beth. Holy crap! I'll stick to my bitch-ass Strawberry Margaritas and leave the real drinking to the big girls.
Strawberry margaritas are for sorority girls. Gross. How can you drink that shit?
That being said, Gibson's kill me.
I drink beer.
With Beth. Who mocks me.
Bah, I'm a straight man in awe. I can never win.
Yeah, Beth's hot.
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Beth, you have "Chico State qualities?"
You know at least a half dozen hearts that comment warms while at the same time chilling yours...
But I hardly think so...
After all, qualities were never our strong point.
Kevin be nice to me. Strawberry Margarita maybe be shit but they are sweet and they taste good. But most importantly they bring out my sexy.
I owned up to my drink of choice as being bitch-ass and that I'm a light weight...so get off me--I'm imprisoned in effing Sacramento living vicariously through you all! :o)
LOL!
Beth wouldn't be caught dead at a state college.
Or for that matter, drinking a flavored margarita.
beth attended chico and there is no doubt in my mind she kicked back a flavored margarita or two in her day.
I deeply love Mikey, Ben, Becky and Kim, not to mention my uncles, Bill and Ted. All of whom attended Chico.
I love these people so much, I won't even make state school jokes about them.
Right now, at least.
But I didn't go to Chico...
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