Vodka, a clear spirit, soul food, russian obsession for the masses to devour in mass consumption..well maybe not, or maybe not so much!
Today is Wednesday, oh no, it is finally Thursday but I have yet to sleep, although I do have a story to recount.
Monday 9:23pm PST
Sydney calls, Sydney is a fellow musician who just landed a developmental deal -- which basically means a record label is paying him not to deliver pizzas in order to focus on music in hopes that they can one day sell his record, although these typically go nowhere -- Syd has an advance check from the label which he has used a partial sum to buy two 750ml bottles of the ole Pierre Smirnoffski...he’ll be bye in an hour.
Monday 10:23pm PST
Sydney is a liar
Monday 11:47pm PST
My buzzer rings! The drinking is on, the liar is forgave! We will start with a blend of lime, vodka, cranberry and sprite {recipe = 1/2 part lime juice, 2 parts vodka, 1 part cran, 1 part sprite
Tuesday 2:03am PST
First bottle is empty, mixer is vanquished, it is now time for shots!
Tuesday 2:46am PST
’’I can’t believe you did that with your sister!’’
Tuesday 2:46.11am PST
’’Oh, you were just kidding’’
Tuesday 4:12am PST
’’You know, if this whole music thing doesn’t work out we could drive to San Francisco, steal a ship and become norse vikings!’’
Tuesday 7:18am PST
Stomachs empty, heads full of waking dreams and youthful ambition, we decide to drive for breakfast to the Beverly Hills.
Tuesday 7:22am PST
WTF, was that a cop??? ’’I don’t know, slow down, no, speed up, you are only going 14 mph!’’
Tuesday 7:45am PST
Grab breakfast, don’t realize there is no money in wallet due to higher state of awareness induced by absolut obliteration due to Pierre...escape from resteraunt at brisk pace, never look back.
Tuesday 8:38am PST
Fall on cactus, lacerate hand, don’t feel a thing!
Tuesday 9:02am PST
Its raining in LA? it hasn’t rained in LA for 9 months..get out of car and do a dance.
Tuesday 9:17am PST
Get cut off by US MINI Cooper, become irate, blare horn, curses its existance, drvie away briskly, don’t look back!
Tuesday 9:35am PST
Pull into parking gara.....
Wednesday 2:00am PST
Wake up in parking garage. Wonder if I still have job...realize I’m unemployeed, fall back asleep.
Moral of story? Two 750ml bottles may be too much to handle for two people.
Hangover ratio: Aside from oversleep, body aches and pains were minimal.
Responsibility factor: No comment