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I wasn't drunk, which was quite annoying, but after four bottles of Beck's and eight cans of Foster's (read: water) I foolishly expected a state of inebriation (oh teach me the ways JayGun!).

I wasn't hung over, though I was sore from sleeping on my sister's lapdancing sofa (that's not as rude as it sounds). One cup of green tea and some stretching/push upa and I was ready to get lost in Cardiff city centre again.

Booked tickets for a comedy club tomorrow, that should be awesome.

@JayGun: I hoped you watched Lady Gaga on mute <crosses fingers>
 
OMG an aitrus sighting:wave:

*serves several early beers*

D3 will come out eventually, whether it'll be any good is still open for debate

@FE: why are you SPFing from Cardiff?

EDIT: and how is a "lapdancing sofa" different
 
<waves at LHTB, and grabs an early beer with the other hand>

I'm on my first holiday in over two years, visiting my ill sister (she has a debilitating incurable nerve disorder - but under this new Labour scheme she's actually classed as 'fit to work'). Her landlord owns several lapdancing clubs, and her sofa is from a club. It's mildly comfy for a lapdance but not to watch an evening's television, let alone sleep on.
 
Can I have some green tea please?

Wow, it's been 5 weeks without a single drop of alcohol. Time has really flewn. On the other hand, the toughest test will be in this weekend. Couple of days with my friends and we usually drink a lot when we get together. And this time, it's one of those friends house warming party on Saturday. So, wish me luck, I'm definitely going to need it.

How are you guys? Any other plans for holiday Eddie?
 
Life is good Nek. I hope to detox myself when I return from Wales. Other plans? Not really. I'm helping my sister with a few tech/lifting jobs while I'm here, such as fixing the lock on the bathroom door and carrying a new printer home and installing it, and installing her new digital camera that was gathering dust for five months. We're going to a comedy club tomorrow night after an Italian restaurant, and I'm coming home Friday.

Good luck.
 
Good to hear that life is good. I'd love to say that my life is good too, but still unsure about my job situation. That should clear up next week, so I know do I have to rush myself to get a new job or can I continue here. But I'm confident, I know if I get sacked, I'll find another job. No problem there.

Plus, I really need a woman. Getting too sloppy, not working out, my place is a mess, eating a lot of rubbish. I need a woman a get my life sorted :D
 
AITRUS!!!!
*jumps up and down*

If I weren't so tired I would pick you up and spin you around in circles. But I'm so tired. The maternal parental unit remains in the huge building with confusing hallways and nonsensical parking systems, so I had to do the taking to school again. This time it was much more difficult waking up, even with more sleep than I had before. The younger would not wake up, and wound up getting to the bus stop a full half hour after he is supposed to be there. The other got up and everything, then explained that he had to take a note to the hospital and have the patient sign it, hence explaing his mysterious absence the previous day. He also swore that there was no time for putting gas in the car, that I could take care of it after he was at school. So I dropped him off, circled the parking lot laughing at the local radio morning show, and waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, out of boredom I made a larger loop, which took an extra 2 minutes. When I returned he was standing at the appointed meeting place, and demanded to know why I had "taken so long". It was then that I looked at the gas needle, which has dipping below the E. Great.
The little computer thingy said I had 1 mile left (hooray!), so he pointed at that, said there was plenty of gas, and then told me that he was going to be late. So I drove him to school, then pulled over at the curb and waited for him to get out. But now, the person that had to get to school right now told me to wait, he was listening to the radio.

But wait, it gets worse. I coasted into the gas station on fumes, put half a tank in, and set off for home. I was planning to take a nap, then alternate between computer and TV, possibly play some GH5, just generally relax. I think after my trevails I deserve a bit of relaxation. The curious lack of dogs barking when I pulled in should have alerted me, but I walked in, oblivious to the fact that something was off. The door was locked when I left, why could I open it? And then the younger greeted me. He was late for the bus, and had walked home. It was then that I killed him.
not really
but I wanted to
So now I get to spend the day with it, which means no nap, no relaxing in a quiet house, just noise, cartoons, and cleaning up the warren he brings with him to the couch whenever he watches TV.

I need a Dew.
 
<MOUNTAIN DEW!! for pman>

Some days are never easy, eh? Bu why no GH5? He missed school. He's not on vacation. Make him suffer. :D

Crossing my fingers for you, Neks.
 
GH5 might happen anyway, I don't know. It was supposed to be sort of an experiment in relaxing, where I can just wander to whatever I want to do without having to fight for the remote or the computer. Seems it wasn't to be.

I'll put him to work, there is a phone battery that hasn't been seen in days that needs finding. When things get lost around here, it takes some serious doing to find them. I'm sure he'll love it.
 
@FE: The trick to getting drunk (on any sort of beer), for me, is to start early. If I start before ~3p, I'm usually drunk by the time I go to sleep. You could also drink faster, or drink beers with a high alcohol content (6%+, preferably 8-9%). But I usually don't get drunk. . . maybe a little high, but not drunk. Oh well.

@Thy: um. . . no apartment yet. My stories of easily-found apartments occurred 6 years ago (in Illinois) and 3 years ago (on Long Island, in New York). In TX, things are not going nearly as smoothly.

@PKM: why not drive the younger to school and make him explain his lateness?

I'm still awaiting Shiela's email. . . she called earlier, asked a couple of other questions, and said I'd be receiving an email shortly. Come on, Shiela! I'm in a hurry and getting anxious!

I'd love a beer, but I guess I'll have to settle for some iced tea, as it's only 11:30a here. And mominem have decided to start watching their stories early (they have something else to watch this evening, I guess). Ugh. And it's too early for me to start up D2. Ugh. And I want to be out looking at apartments, but I want to hear from Shiela first. Ugh. I hate feeling stressed out like this. Makes me wish I still smoked that green stuff. Alas.
 
We left for town a little late - 1530 instead of the promised 1400. I keep forgetting I should never trust my sister when she gives me a time she will be ready by. I helped her with a few chores today, which is pretty cool. Now I'm chilling on the laptop watching random comedy shows, including the entire second series of The Inbetweeners.

@JSG: I drink very fast, and I started very early yesterday, but Foster's is just such cheap beer. 8-9% ABV beer is... well, I'm not sure if it even exists here. Don't mention the green stuff - I've really had a hankering the last month or so. Oh well, started on the Fosters...

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<MOUNTAIN DEW!! for pman>

I'm glad MOUNTAIN DEW! has stuck around. +1 to trendsetting in the SPF.


 
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Don't mention the green stuff - I've really had a hankering the last month or so.

You, me, and my GF. Damn the Man!

OMFJHT-DCA (that's "oh-my-friggin'-Jesus-H.-tap-dancing-Christ-almighty" to those who aren't in the know). I just got back from a Chinese buffet lunch. The food gets about a 6/10 if you average everything they've got, but I ate SO much. JayGun mentions Dim Sum quite regularly, but I've never known what it was. ...Until today. Pretty darn good for a buffet place. I paid too much with my tip, but I am full, I had some decent stuff, and I had cute petite Chinese girls at my beckon call for forty-five minutes. Can't go wrong with that.

My fortune: "You will always get what you want through your charm and personality." I laughed out loud in the restaurant.


 
I've had a couple of cigarettes while I've been here. Going on a full detox when I get back to Cornwall. Tempted to take caffiene out of the equation, but I had some chocolate-covered coffee beans today, for the first time in a while. I was running around Cardiff city centre before I saw the Hare Krishnas chanting and dancing their way through the street. Their tranquility made me calm down somewhat.

I was tempted to go back in the crazy clothes shop where I flirted with the shop assistant yesterday, but I was looking at a couple of the brands' websites and the prices were like £8-14 instead of £20-27. Only trouble is last time I ordered clothes from America I got hit with a £50 HM Customs bill, which cancelled out the money I saved by buying from the US.

Maybe I could have the clothes sent to Jay's house while he stockpiles 'Hammers, Bastards and MOUNTAIN DEW! and then we could drive down to TRM's house. [/dream]

That's a scary fortune. My girlfriend recently had chinese for her Dad's birthday, hers was "My love is like a teardrop in the ocean, when they find it I will stop loving you" which was simultaneously profound and sickly-sweet.

Barkeep, take my drinks to the booth in the corner, I'll be here all night.
 
@TRM: the best fortune ever (which I received after a Chinese buffet lunch in 2004, lamintated, and carry around with me): "Within the coming 5 months, you will find 3 missing socks." Talk about profound! :D

And Dim Sum, iirc, literally translates to "Drink Tea" and refers to a wide variety of dishes. Usually served on small plates or out of steam pots, they can be vegetable, animal, or some combination. My favorite are Dumplings (probably something like what you had): rice or wheat dough, rolled thin, and filled with some sort of mixture. Pot Stickers are another favorite. Now, I usually speak of Dim Sum when I really mean dumplings, since (again, iirc), Dim Sum refers more to the presentation and scale of the food that its actual substance. Anyways. Here's a link that shows how well my recall works these days.

@FE: sure, ship the stuff here! Come on over! We'll rock down to Austin via backroads and drink Arrogant Bastards and Dew the whole way!


Still no word from Shiela. My patience is wearing thin, but I know that this is pretty much the only way, so I'm taking deep breaths and smoking too much. Soon, I'll give up and have a nap. It's not like there's much time left to do anything today, since I really need to rest up and prepare for my interview tomorrow. Hopefully Shiela will have some information for me by the time naptime is over and I can spend a few hours looking at stuff online and maybe I can go tomorrow after the interview. At the very least, a nap will get me that much closer to beer o'clock.

Anyways, I have to keep in mind that I'll be living in the new place for at least a year, so it's worth taking time to make sure the place is as close to just right as possible. But still. I'd rather be doing something.
 
It may be worth booking a return flight to Texas just to avoid a £50 customs charge. The fact that I'd meet two of my best friends would be a bonus, the main reason would be to avoid customs charges :P

It's so plausible, it just might work...

Another beer please...
 
*Slides FE another beer*

I wish I could start drinking. . . heck. Maybe I should just start it up.

I finally got an email from Shiela: about 30 different places, scattered throughout the areas I'm considering, some old, some new, some within budget, and none that excite me in the least. Ugh. There are a couple that I could settle for, but jeez. If I'm going to pay ~$13000/year to live somewhere, I should hope that it's somewhere I'm at least a little bit interested in. Jeez. I'm a snob. And I need a hug. And a beer. And another beer. And another 7 after that. Ugh.
 
Poor Jay. <hug>

Have a LongHammer on Durf, or if Durf's paying, have a Bastard.

Flights to TX are surprisingly cheaper than what I thought. I'm sure I could work this into my budget, I'd just have to justify it to the GF. Pfffft. Like I care, it would be awesome! Where's your local airport? Fort Worth? Time to browse further online. We'd have to co-ordinate this with Mr Menace though, and bring a digital camera. A boy can dream...
 
Thanks for the hug, FE!

Well, the local airport is DFW International. I don't know if anyone still flies direct from London, though. And I have a nice, old Cybershot that works surprisingly well as long as I keep the battery charged.

But, given that I have no job and (in 2 weeks) no place to live, I don't know how viable any plans I make today will be come October. But we men are certainly able to dream. I, for one, am dreaming of a small house with big trees all around and a happy and reasonably attractive woman to share said house with. Talk about dreaming.

Hell. It's almost 5 in NY. I'll have a LongHammer.

And I'm going to craft an email to Shiela, tell her my initial thoughts, then talk to momma about likely places to find a house to rent (since I can't even imagine living in a giant faceless apartment complex, wholly owned by a giant faceless corporation again), then take a beer or two out onto the porch and cry for awhile. Sounds like a plan, huh.
 
Given that I have no job and (in 2 weeks) no place to live, I don't know how viable any plans I make today will be come October. But we men are certainly able to dream. I, for one, am dreaming of a small house with big trees all around and a happy and reasonably attractive woman to share said house with. Talk about dreaming.

Fortunately that's almost plausible for me some time in the future. Maybe without the big tree though. Speaking of trees, I always wanted a bonsai tree. More hugs for James.

5 in NY? It's gone 10PM here, I've lost count of how much ****water I've had, maybe 6-7 cans?


 
Yep and 4 in TX (actually 4:30). . . NY = GMT -5; TX = GMT -6.

Regarding plausibility, I suppose the house/life partner is plausible, but is currently unimaginable. Oh well. At least there's the SPF.

And I love me a bonsai tree. I bought momma one for Mother's day, and she's almost killed it. . . I should've checked the light requirements: 4-5 hours full sun in the morning = impossible in her house.

And it's amazing how a couple of sips of beer perk me right up. I think I've said it before. Is this alcoholism? Jeez. I hope so. :D
 

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