December 18, 2004
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brief update from Headupmyownassville:
the Paulanator and I are off to dine and shop (not my idea, I wanted to dine and bowl) (well, if you consider a Dusty Burger dining…). her theory is that normal people won’t be shopping that late. after a few years at the mall I think I can safely agree. only freaks like us. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing. maybe we’ll make some friends.
but FIRST, mexican food. tamales and tequila. good way to break my nearly twentyfourhour eggnogg fast. nothing but. Paula says the very thought makes her stomach hurt. I said, “you think my stomach doesn’t hurt?? it hurts! I tell you, I need help!”
so anyway, I plan to make a list at dinner, after one or two drinks.
Comments (23)
plah, just reading about egg nog makes my stomach hurt.
more like dine and bowel….
and yes you suck for ignoring I.
You snogged a what? And how many friends does one make at the mall late at night… without the tequila?
I’m just askin’ as I don’t get out much, don’tchaknow!
Have fun ‘n’ be safe Lara girl.
Timothy
doesn’t one of the lesser-known local tv stations run a “24 hours of eggnog” every year? followed by the “24 hours of immodium”? and that’s without the tequila and tamale commercial break.
i hope you bought yourself a crown at the mall, woman. becuase you’re gonna be spending mucho time on the throne.
haha, you might want to get some stool loosener–i think if I did nothing but eggnog, I’d be plugged up for days! horrible thought.
I just went shopping in the evening and not nearly as many people, but still a lot. But I had sudden inspiration and I”M DONE DONE DONE!! I hadn’t bought one present this weekend (I started Friday) and I”M DONE!! ah ha …I hate christmas shopping.
Blech…even the thought of eggnog has me ready to hurl.
-M
Headupmyownassville sounds like a fun place.
What with the egg nog diets, mall shopping later than usual, tequila and bowling …
Where do I get a map?
Think of me while downing the tequila.
drinking and shopping…. fun!
And if the one or two drinks turned into, oh, say, eight or nine, I trust you’ll post the list, the better to entertain your devoted audience.
tequila! ta kill ya! w/eggnog? bleachy!
WOW… That is quite the diet you got going on there….
YOU AMUSE ME… REALLY WELL.
I had one glass of eggnog spiked with burbon. That was enough for me. I can’t drink tequila anymore, not since that time…
i hope you’re puttin’ bourbon in your eggnog like you’re supposed to.
e-mail me. i’m out of town!!! coming back tonite.
tamales rock my socks.
So, how did it work out?
yeah, shopping last minute can be really fun. Everyone’s all cracked out and punch drunk. I used to enjoy working retail then. The adrenaline rocked.
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