Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Heads up

Listening to: The Replacements, All For Nothing, Nothing For All

Yee haw. Look at the time of this post and know, we're having a real good time. Drinking this year's Beaujolais Nouveau, listening to The Replacements and gossiping about our blogger friends. We're done with Vicki's Annie Dillard pose and Mamacita's terrible taste in bloggers; we're disappointed with Trusty's deliberate discretion and Ellison's inability to send his feast our way (the dude can cook!). We're frustrated with Cinnabar for not updating her incredibly well-written blog and Coffee-breath for lurking and not commenting (chickenshit - not commenting on a train wreck when it's inevitable!).

Obviously, this year's Beaujolais Nouveau is THE SHIT. Especially since my company (an admittedly 'cheap date') is not only hanging with this but adding editorial content. Not just adding editorial content but indeed asking "What blogger would you most likely sleep with?" This is a silly and pointless conversation at damn near 4 in the morning and we realize most of you wouldn't be up at this hour, drinking killer wine but still, if you have the inclination to list the 3 bloggers you'd get it on with, we'd love to know.

What else do you expect from two juicers at 4 in the goddamn AM? As the Dead Kennedy's said, "Too Drunk To Fuck".


landismom said...

Does this mean I can gossip about your inability to share wine over the internet?

Have a great Thanksgiving. More good wine for everyone!

UsedtobeKeb said...

Oh you kids! So, let Lu know I posted some eroctic reading for her. Find it here:

Hope you two have a great Turkey day!

Mamacita said...

You already know what I think so I'm shutting up.

I love youz guys so much.

vicki said...

Ya- I saw you up late (or early) and figured you were just too excited to sleep. Or else you were trying to name the dog.
I picked us up a bottle of that Georges DeBeouf today, too. and it reminded me of one of the best days in my life. In 1992 on Nov. 18th I was sitting at an outdoor cafe in Provence, France with only the restaurant dog as company (my friends were off somewhere- who remembers?). It was the day they released the Nouveau and each establishment featured their own favorite vineyard. Each establishment also displayed a poster-sized hand-printed litho of their vineyard's label in the front window. So after I had a casserole of scalloped potatoes, a kettle of mussels and a bottle of Beaujolias I stumbled around town admiring all the beautiful art work. Then, because it was 68 degrees and the sunlight was absolutely irridescent, I sat down on a park bench to read my book. I fell asleep instead and two hours later my new dog friend from the restaurant was licking my hand and it was already dark.

I'm with Lu- not a dog person. By and large they seem to be ingratiating poop sniffers. That being said I've met some very nice ones and it's been my observation that the best ones usually have names.

Relax, enjoy.

Teri said...

Yup. I'm a great big chickenshit. You hit the nail right on the head. Have a happy Thanksgiving!

trusty getto said...

Discretion? Huh? What on *earth* are you talking about? Feel free to call me dense.

Sounds like you are having a famous time, kidoodles. Why, though, is everybody avoiding the most interesting question in your post?

Nino the Mindboggler said...

She speaks!!! OMG, Teri aka Coffee Breath FINALLY reaches out from the mist to say hello!!!

And yeah, Trusty, it's a shame no one is getting to the most interesting question in the post... ;)

Teri said...

I'm ignoring the interesting question because I'm a chickenshit... apparently everyone is is too. :)

Elisson said...

Too funk to druck? There is no such thing.