Divine Affirmation

In your everyday life, sometimes, just sometimes there are signs from somewhere that let you know that you are on the right path in life.  Some people say that is what Deja vu is.  Anyways, no tales of deja vu here...just plain ol' slap you in the face divine affirmation.

As some of you know, since about 1987 I've overused the word Awesome.  It's true...perhaps also somewhat embarrassing, but true nonetheless.  If you need proof, here it is, I'm awesome.

On Saturday night I went out in the city with Butter Ripple Liquorlips, Stella Shutthefuckup, Viola En Vogue, and several other as of yet unnamed awesome people.  Now the four of us only get together about once every 3 years, so it makes the time extra special.  (When I say extra special I really mean extra amounts of alcohol, but don't tell anyone.)  However, I would like to say that I am the most responsible of the batch, (but then again saying that is like the quint who was born 32 seconds before the other four is the OLDEST!) 

We went out and did several ridiculously stupid things...which I'm opting not to mention, just in case there is some sort of legal ramifications for singing death threats in tune with the Karaoke song.  (That would be all about Stella.) Then Stella introduced me to her friend, when she introduced me, I said, "yeah, I'm the awesome one."  To which he replied..."more like double awesome."  (I know this seems to be extraneous information, but trust me...it's an integral part of the story)  (and by the way...it's pretty close to factual information, I've upgraded from awesome to double awesome...especially after a few drinks)

Needless to say the evening carried on... I can't even divulge the good stuff...because it's that bad.

The next morning I was having a little of drinkers remorse...you know the whole..."oh, right, yeah, I did say that"  and "wow, yep, I do remember claiming that guy was a member of a certain racist organization.  I didn't like him anyways."  So feeling a little down about the previous evenings theatrics, we all went for breakfast (I should add that I don't think anyone else was feeling down about it).   So we walked down the way to a place called Ricky's (excellent breakfast, btw)....that's when I knew I was on the right path and that the previous evenings activities were in fact meant to be.

TRIPLE AWESOME BENNIES

if that isn't divine affirmation...I don't know what is!

A Slippery Nipple

So, this bar tab from Iron Maiden in Norway has made its rounds on the Internet...

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And there is quite a bit of uproar over this whole slippery nipple thing...

well quite honestly, I'm not even sure what the hell a slippery nipple is...and since I'm assuming that its a drink due to this being a bar tab I've ruled out these:

(since apparently this is Sarah Burge the world record holder for plastic surgeries...not to judge, but I would've thought that the £539,500 she spent on plastic surgeries would've bought some perkier boobs, but hey...just saying....and btw I'm betting that plastic boobs have the propensity to be slippery...hence a slippery nipple?!?  OK...never mind.)

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But alas, I had to look it up (yes, I know, I've been waiting to say alas for a century or two...just wait until I pull out huffenpuff...I'm just waiting for a good excuse to use it.)

Apparently a slippery nipple (at the bar) is a shooter with Bailey's Irish Cream and Sambuca...well you had me until Sambuca.  In fact just to prove to you all how devoted I am to my blog, I was going to make one, but I am out of Bailey's.  Although for some bizarre reason I have plenty of Sambuca....?!  Which trust me, is bizarre.  I have some Kahlua, but it just won't be the same. 

I'm not sure which thought is more bizarre:

Who the hell named that shooter the slippery nipple?

or

Iron Maiden is still popular in Norway?!

P.S.  To those of you who guessed on Monday's post....its supposedly a picture of my husband putting on his sunglasses ...so Kudos to Pennyclad for being at least half right!

I'm ba-ack!

Alright...for those of you who noticed that I've been gone.

Its true.

I've been gallivanting across the country side from a family reunion to a trip to the mountains to see Butter Ripple Liquorlips.  I had good intentions of posting...but since there hasn't been a post...I guess you can assume what happened to my good intentions....I drowned them in wine.  (preferably white...but apparently, the later the evening gets, the less picky I am.)

I decided to make a quick pie chart to let you in on my activities for the past couple of weeks.

yeah....that about sums it up.

And the oddly hairy Indian woman was downright creepy.