I was warned about drinking vodka from a plastic bottle. And waking up at 7AM with a headache eating the left side of my brain (won't miss it. hate math), I was in strong agreement. If you're not going to drink enough to kill you, it's really a bad idea.
The marker on my knuckles wore off sometime in the night, and all that remains of Sarah B's tattoo work if the faded 'FISH' on my right hand.
It was a jam packed Friday night beginning with Sushi dinner, a documentary (with surprise Q&A session featuring the most dynamic individual imaginable) and wrapping up with Sarah and Ryan's birthday shennanigans.
Fine time was had by all. And too much plastic-bottled vodka had by this gal. Nothing that orange gatorade, advil and a bit more sleep couldn't cure, of course.
Posted by This Fish at June 12, 2004 12:38 PMYour math skills should be safe as I think they are housed on the right side of your brain. Your blog could suffer with your creative left side being eaten.
Love your site!
Posted by: Brian at June 12, 2004 02:40 PMVodka in PLASTIC bottles? I thought that was only for people who had been homeless for about, oh, three years. It goes along with the shopping basket full of plastic bags and old newspapers, trudging up Broadway, not even bothering to look in Zabar's window. Oh, Fish, we worry some days, we really do.
Posted by: Michael at June 12, 2004 04:04 PMMan, now you'll be eating sushi all the time.
Posted by: Gopi at June 12, 2004 04:54 PMOuch. You have my sympathy.
Pain relievers are tough on an already stressed liver. Try menudo instead. Trust me. I know only three things, but this is one of them.
In the immortal words of Jimmy Buffet:
My head hurts, my feet stink and I don't love Jesus.
It's that kind of mornin',
really was that kind of night.
Tryin' to tell myself that my
condition is improvin' and if I don't
die by Thursday I'll be roarin' Friday night.
Good luck to you and the monkey beating on your skull from the inside, Fish!
Posted by: Arthur at June 12, 2004 06:43 PMBetter vodka from plastic bottles than tequila from plastic bottles.
Posted by: Frankenstein at June 12, 2004 08:07 PMno, brian, fish was right in the first place about brain hemispheres: math is left while creative artsy stuff is on the right.
Posted by: janna at June 12, 2004 08:07 PMFish buried the lede. either that, or ya'll missed the good part. Who's clothes did you borrow? And for Heaven's sake, why? Do tell, woman!
Posted by: Benjamin at June 12, 2004 09:57 PMHey, wait, yeah! I walked right by that one. "Borrowed clothes"? I'm VERY frightened now.
Posted by: Michael at June 13, 2004 11:07 AMOh, come on... it's not like they stayed on very long after that anyway... ;)
Posted by: Fish at June 13, 2004 11:12 AMI cannot describe the solemn pride that was mine when, at his college graduation party, my brother stood up, toasted everyone and said the only thing he really learned in college was something I told him before he went.
"Don't drink hard liquor out of plastic bottles."
A bit of a universal lesson, it seems.
Posted by: Cyrano at June 13, 2004 01:25 PMwhat documentary?
Posted by: josh at June 13, 2004 07:02 PMControl Room.
Posted by: Fish at June 13, 2004 07:57 PM"It's not like they stayed on very long ..."
Oh, dear, oh, dear. Fish is all alone in the Big Bad City and needs ... needs ... uh ... guidance? We must all help our little Fish. Hmm...but how?
And no more vodka for you!
Posted by: Michael at June 13, 2004 08:10 PMUggggh. Freshman year of college. The smell. Dubra. Popov. Majorska. <shudder>
Posted by: saltydog at June 14, 2004 02:30 PMBut what I'm dying to know is, what did Sarah B put on the LEFT hand?
Posted by: Amy at June 15, 2004 09:53 PM