speaking of drinking

friends of mine held the very first "seaweed - sheep's milk cheese - scotch - dress like a pirate" party which was a rousing success. my part -- the scotch brogue brogue off was a brilliant hit -- partially because it was held AFTER the nine whiskey scotch-off, although it should be said that the non-drinker in the crowd pulled it out and was victorious.

i'd had an enjoyable couple days preparing for it, watching trainspotting and so i married an ax murderer to pick up quotes and get into the accent a little more. More and more I picked up that there are, like Irish, actually quite a few variations on the Scottish brogue. The Groundskeeper Willy quotes were the biggest hits, though a few things went off brilliantly, like the whole room breaking into the Proclaimer's song that everyone knows ( that is everyone except the person who was asked to sing it) "And i would walk 500 more, just to be the man to fall down at your door. Da da DA da... Da da DA da... Da Da da da dum"

In a word, it was a pleasure, pleasure like, for everyone's leisure.

My favorite quote, despite being english was from trainspotting "It's shite being Scottish, we're the lowest of the low... Some people hate the English. I don't hate! The English are wankers. We on the other hand were colonized by wankers. We couldn't even find a decent culture to be colonized by!"

drinking review

a week or so ago i went to drinks with a bunch of Yahoos. several of my friends were there but i was bored to tears -- partly because my friends descended into the depths of motorbike talk which there is often no return, partly because i had not real desire to try and meet anyone new.

last night however, drinking with edj and ff, now that was what i think going out to a bar and drinking is all about. high minded, semi-drunken philosophizing!

i remember back in college, having finished our ecology final, a few of my classmates and i, and the TA who I had a crush on, ended up at my favorite warm afternoon hangout in Ann Arbor -- Domonics. their lovely pitchers of strawberry daquiries were flowing, and my classmates -- who i up until then I thought were little better than dull frat boys I had no desire to hang out with -- became brilliant thinkers and observers. it was a startling transformation.

of course, there is a diminishing return which I try to avoid at all costs, lest the next day be too painful.