So, yeah. Sorry about the lack of update-yness. I know I made noises about updating this sumbitch on a regular (read: weekly) basis, but other shit got in the way. I got sorta sick, then there’s work, and there’s also been, happily, some Work getting done too. I also try to have some semblance of a life thrown into all of this as well. I promise, though, to endeavor to post at least twice a week. It’s good for me: stretches the writing muscles in a different direction. And, well . . . I like it.

Celebrated St. Patrick’s day last night with Sarah and some of her friends. We went to some bar called Harrigan’s, and there were so many people stuffed into one fairly small space it was CRAZYGONUTS! Seriously, it was packed. Sarah and Jessica had to wrestle the Finnish Men’s Midget Rollerskating team just to wrangle us a table. At least that’s what I heard. We drank, though I not as much as I might have, since I was driving. And I had to drink beer. Which isn’t a terrible thing, but beer does not push me to the drunkies the way liquor does. At least not within my tolerance for the substance. Now if it was All Shots All The Time, the story would have been different. In a slobbering drunk sort of way. Shots are my bread-and-butter, as it were. But not literally. ‘Cause that’s just gross.

Though it does give me the idea for a horrible new drink, the Bread and Butter:

2 oz. Crown Royal
1 oz. Sour Apple Pucker
1 oz. margarine
1/4 slice of wheat bread

Soak the bread in the liquid for a minute, then drink.

Man, that sounds so undelicious. I think I missed my calling; freelance drink designery would be much sweeter than what I’m doing now.

JAB