My buddy

For the past few years, my brother Mike and I have been neighbors. It's a good situation. We share a yard and care for each other's dogs when needed. I doubt Mike will ever read this, but if so, cool. I love ya, bro.

estimated blood alcohol concentration is .039

I don't know if this estimate is accurate as I don't know the exact number of drinks I've drank tonight, and food should definitely factor into the equation. Oh well. The family had a good dinner, we exchanged Christmas presents. I'd say my family is generally Christian-Catholic and I think that most religions should be hyphenated like that. Myself, for instance, I could call myself Christian-Atheist-Buddhist as that is the order of beliefs that have held sway in my life. I am now part atheist and part Buddhist but I was raised Christian and I feel that is somewhat unrepairable. If and when I have children I will absolutely teach them to live their lives by Buddhist philosophies, as I feel that no matter what a child is taught to believe, at some point (usually during puberty) the child will rebel and try new things. This is normal and good, but whatever that base teaching was will still stick and Buddhism is the best program of thought for this world, this society we have created. I have abandoned Christianity, but parts of it still ring in my subconscious and even conscious mind. I say, if a thought process should reside in the mind from a time that the mind is incapable of self-cleansing and self-editing, that thought process should be one of development and acceptance such as Buddhism. As Lisa Simpson taught us, a cool thing about Buddhism is that it allows the individual to celebrate any celebration. I know Buddhism prohibits ingestion of alcohol or mind-altering chemicals but I'm also part Christian which whole-heartedly endorses alcoholism, and I'm
also atheist which allows me to do anything guilt free. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and to all a good night.

estimated blood alcohol concentration is .011

Wouldn't it be cool if you could have an internal blood-alcohol-content meter? A nice little cybernetic readout telling you how drunk you are. And in the blog world, you could post your BAC and others could check in on you and see how drunk you are. Hmm, looks like Ryan is doing pretty good so far this Christmas Eve!

Do they? No, they don't.

"Do they understand how most of what happens is people being drunk and stupid and trying to find something else to blame besides that that makes their lives totally fucked? No, they don't."
-Al Swearengen (Ian McShane, Deadwood)

I can't always have a cool picture

Tonight I went out with my brother and some of his friends. Sigh. I really have nothing to report other than my boredom. Attractive girls are entertaining but they bounce around like it's a game. Maybe it is. I'm tired of playing or trying to figure out if I'm playing. I strike up conversations but I ultimately let them die and I go on with my life.

You work your magic well

You have skillfully navigated your way to a page which I do not advertise on my other pages. I think I have six Blogspots and two MySpaces, but this is the only one of all of them that isn't linked up.

Drinky drink drink

Cheers

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Smoke

Hoboken, PB Pub, & Taco Motion / Milk

Oh Jackie, I love you for so many reasons. Jackie is the beautiful big-breasted bartender at the Pub. She has those cool flower tattoos on her shoulders, and that cool careless smile on her face. I came in and ordered a Heineken from her. And another and another. At some point, some dude ordered a Jeiger/Redbull and she accidently made him a vodka/Redbull which is my other regular drink. Usually I walk in and she asks me which one it'll be. Anyway, she made him the wrong drink, he looks at it and says no, so she just moves it from him to me and I have a free drink. She is married with a kid, but she's so hot and nice. I wish I had taken a picture of her instead of just my drinks, but they stood still better. And drinks don't talk back, well at least not the first fifteen.I treated myself to quite a night: Hoboken slice of pizza, a lot of drinks, and finally a nice carton of chocolate milk while I waited for my four carne asada mini tacos at Taco Motion. I was quite amazed at the number of people who commented on my chocolate milk, like no one has ever drank chocolate milk at 1:30am before. I explained to the few people I knew and barely cared what they thought that chocolate milk, or really any milk, is the great unsung hangover preventative or cure. It's a better preventative than cure, as somehow milk acts a coating inside that helps to soothe the effects of alcohol. Hey, maybe I'm wrong on the biological side of things, but I'm just reporting my own personal experiments. Milk works.

I saw my friend Ross and he introduced and reintroduced several of his friends. I had some straws thrown at me, I had a lime squirted at me, and I prevented several spilled drinks that my bar senses told me were likely to spill on me. It is a skill, not a gift. You have to have a couple drinks spilled on you before you know from who and when it'll happen. It will happen.

What the fuck is happening to the Pub? It was shitty tonight. A few cool regulars and a few retarded regulars and a lot of people I didn't recognize. That's all good if they're fine young women but the place was a sausage-fest. Okay, sorry girls/women who showed up but either you were just drastically outnumbered or you were hiding. I did see one skinny blond that was quite amazing in her gray sleeves and black shirt but she was taken. Hot. But taken. Sigh....