I’ve already been asked twice this morning if I was drunk and I’m not but that would be something eh? Leanne: She drinks more by 9am then you will all day!
Speaking of which, I did go out with Tulip & AFNGF last night to watch the most boring Canucks game ever. The big fun of the night wasn’t so much the game but rather, the sharing of some beers & nachos & well, yakking about a lot of nothing. However, after all the pitchers of beer, I got to thinking…… if I won a million dollars, what would I do?
And I know what you’re thinking… wtf does one million dollars have to do with beer and well, nothing but I can’t remember the sequence of thoughts that brought me to that point… I just know that if I were to win the lottery & acquire a shi-hizzle load of money, I think I would be inclined to buy a case of beer & only drink the first sip of each one and not from the can. No, I’m talking about a fine bottle with a screw top cap….. wait! no.. either would be fine because yes, when you first open a icy cold bottle of beer you see the steam (lack of better word) rise from your bottle HOWEVER, the sound of a freshly cracked beer is quite fine too. So I’m stuck… both are quite lovely & both emote the same tasty goodness…. So what do you choose the bottle or the can?
Course if I had a million dollars, I assume I could buy both & just see for myself. I was leaning towards the bottle mostly because the bottle would be one way to class up the quest of the pefect sip but I think it just goes to show you that no amount of money can buy class if you are still lying in a pool of empties…. even if the empties resemble champagne bottles. However, throwing up in your shoe is classy no matter how much money you have… right soccer mom? (ahh… sorry, inside joke)
This all really stemmed from the idea of a comedian once said that if he were to win the lottery, he would would buy a dozen pizzas & only bite the tip off of every slice…. which I of course, found brilliant. Much like that of an apple, the first bite IS the sweetest.
Ok, so maybe I was just walking home & thinking about how much I love beer and was in no mood last night to type this crap out (and trust me was actually funnier then). I did however, have a very interesting conversation online with Pylon and true to the name, he is still a pylon. Thinks that if he pays JUST enough attention to me, that he whittle is way back in…. um, no. It’s just all so typical and even though, I’m one for routine, I’m rather bored. What does it tell you that I would rather write out Christmas cards (yes, you too will be receiving a card from me sometime soon) then speak to you? Either way, you’re done pylon… no more soup for you…. next!
Ok, so maybe I am drunk.