November 10, 2003

the streak has ended

Or, as an alternative title, "My Dignity for a Fifth of Scotch." I ended my long running streak of having a drink everyday for the last three years last night, as a direct result of overconsumption on Saturday night. I invite friends to fill in the holes in my memory, whether they were present or not. Feel free to fictionalize the events of the evening. Here's what I do remember - Jason bought a fifth of Glenlivet 12. I drank it. The last thing I remember was talking to Dan around the time the two Italian girls left the party.

Discuss.

Posted by Dennis on November 10, 2003 11:09 AM |

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  1. Well, I'm not sure how much of the scotch you actually drank. There was a fair share on spilt in various places, mostly on yourself, the floor, and somewhat those around you. I for one though enjoy the "drinking by osmosis" option and think the scotch scent works well as deodorant. There is also a distinct possibility that Mull Sr. (aka NASCAR fan)may have share some scotch with the kitchen counter, floor, sink, and his beer. Once liquor started flying I backpeddled out of there. I do believe the italian girls you were so fond of left because NASCAR fan grabbed one of their assess, not due to your scotch charm.
    We have got to do this again - SOON!

    Comment by Daninacan at 11:29 (Central), November 10, 2003

  2. My question is, when the Asian flush leaves as you have more drinks, where does it go? What is the sound of one Asian flush clapping in the woods?

    Your saving grace is what a friendly drunk you are, Dennis. You managed to smile through your disappointment about the Italian birds. Instead, using your friends for support to remain standing, you sloshed some scotch around and handed out kisses.

    Comment by Debbi at 12:03 (Central), November 10, 2003

  3. Lord, I was handing out kisses?

    Crap was I drunk. It seemed like such a good idea to drink the rest of the bottle after I had gotten halfway through. Clearly, it was not. I'd say I'm never going to do that again, but we all know how promises like that go...

    Comment by Dennis at 12:46 (Central), November 10, 2003

  4. You were drunk? I thought you were just really happy. Thanks for sharing your scotch and rock on!

    Comment by wil at 12:49 (Central), November 10, 2003

  5. As far as I could tell you seemed happy and sedate. Sedate at least in comparison to our gracious co-host who was thrashing around half naked breaking windows.

    Comment by ekbjork at 13:52 (Central), November 10, 2003

  6. hot - finishing off a fifth of scotch

    hotter - breaking out the flask once the fifth has been drained...

    Comment by tricia at 14:52 (Central), November 10, 2003

  7. memory holes are scary. too much is too much. i say this only because it happened to me saturday, and i don't like the feeling of not knowing for sure what i did or said.

    Comment by amar at 16:25 (Central), November 10, 2003

  8. i have vowed to never have memory holes again! and so far so good....well, since the party 2 weeks ago at least.

    Comment by ng at 00:19 (Central), November 11, 2003

  9. So many people have asked me: How was Houston? Without a hint of irony, I reply that it was great, and the unquestionable highlight was Jason's party.

    To start, I have a new best friend in Dennis. He told me, quote: "You are a winner. [To Marika, offstage, left, who in reality in dead square in front of him] You've really got a good man dammit. It's hard to find...music, and then there's our scotch, and he's a really good kisser." Then, suddenly realizing that there was a chance he might wake up before the sun went down, he said, in a not-all-hushed voice: "Now let's get some of those cranberry pharms and get REALLY fucked up."

    Only an hour earlier, I had been amazed at my good luck to be still considered young enough to be at a party where one host could rip off his shirt, grab at understandably concerned Euro butt, sprinkle various alcohols around the room like a Greek orthodox priest spreading holy water, challenge a perfectly innocent window pane with his butt cheek to a you or me contest (butt cheek wins again), pass out in the crawl space between his bed and the wall, have his photo taken for posterity (that's right), and then, though comatose, still manage to apply a liberal amount of yellow acid wash to his jeans, which made sure that any efforts to move him to the bed were quickly aborted.

    Meanwhile, the rest of the party people drank wine in a somewhat sophisticated manner and watched Eyes Wide Shut without getting too hot for it. So how was Houston? Between this and all of the restaurants and bars within a two mile radius of Debbie's guest futon, who the hell needs New York?

    Just in case anybody still does, we have a spare room and can procure a spare bottle.

    Comment by Marika's NY Arm Candy & Botchi Bitch at 12:32 (Central), November 11, 2003

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