bender
n 1: an occasion for heavy drinking
I was already in my pajamas when he called.
Sure, it was only 7:30 or so, but the kind of day I had, plus the whole, it feels like I swallowed fire for a carnival sideshow sore throat thing I’ve got going on, I was ready to relax.
Wanna go out tonight?
I was inclined, and hoping for a movie. But it was not to be. We (me and three boys, yet again) ended up on a bender at a pool hall on a Tuesday night.
Now I’m at home, back in my pajamas, suffering from carnival throat and a mild hangover trying to decide which of the ridiculous and amazing stories to tell. It was that kinda night.
But that will have to be later. Right now, my brain feels just a mite too big for my skull. It’s gonna be that kinda day.
***One conversation of note:***
RSF: H, you should consider becoming a lesbian.
H: Oh, I have! I’m signing the papers next week.
RSF: Excellent. Let’s just hope you have better taste in women than you do in men.
There is nothing wrong with being in your pajamas at ANY time. That is the first thing I do when I get home after work, be it 2:30pm or 9:00pm.
I agree, I love my pjs!
Me too! First thing I do when I get home, after saying hello to the cat, is strip and put on the PJs.
you need a better key, I had to go sifting through the archives to see what RSF meant.
Re RSF’s comment: Ouch.
I was under the impression that, by definition, a bender implied multiple straight days of drunkeness. If that is the case, you damn well better still be drunk. You wouldn’t want to be a liar, would you?