Dude, I got drunk enough to dance.
With meeeeeeee!
Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
F2F 2: Is there anybody here that hasn't slept together?
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!
Steph L. - Jun 03, 2004 11:36:38 am PDT #4936 of 9999
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
askye - Jun 03, 2004 11:39:11 am PDT #4937 of 9999
Thrive to spite them
And I'm jealous of Teppy.
askye - Jun 03, 2004 11:40:17 am PDT #4938 of 9999
Thrive to spite them
I'm fairly sure I spent at least $36 on drinks.
Trudy Booth - Jun 03, 2004 11:40:25 am PDT #4939 of 9999
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
I know Hil had five drinks.
She did the math the next day.
askye - Jun 03, 2004 11:41:50 am PDT #4940 of 9999
Thrive to spite them
I can't remember how many drinks I bought. I misplaced at least one, and then...well I got really drunk.
Aims - Jun 03, 2004 11:43:56 am PDT #4941 of 9999
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Yeah, Joe spent about $50-$60 on drinks. That seems exceptionally low.
Ginger - Jun 03, 2004 11:44:11 am PDT #4942 of 9999
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
That number really doesn't look right. I spent more than $20 too.
deborah grabien - Jun 03, 2004 11:44:59 am PDT #4943 of 9999
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Why do I have the feeling that the hotel is underreporting what was actually spent?
Vortex - Jun 03, 2004 11:46:14 am PDT #4944 of 9999
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
It might not be the hotel, it might be the bartender. I remember a mess at the beginning when he didn't have change, so he was using tip money, etc.
JohnSweden - Jun 03, 2004 11:46:46 am PDT #4945 of 9999
I can't even.
Yikes, I think I spent like 30% of the cash taken in by the bar.
t tries to feign surprise. Fails.
Tell, tell!
Okay, then. So our university residence people liked to have "Milk and Cookies/Tuck-ins" organized between twinned floors of the all-men and the all-women residences. One of the guys on our floor (the floor senior) was a cynical rat bastard who hated this stuff. He also disliked the guy whose girlfriend at the female residence was one of the organizers.
During one "tuck-in", to the consternation of the assembled, he did a tour of the halls and went into this guy's room as his tuck-in was in progress and sat on the bed. Wearing a sock. Just a sock. The boyfriend says to him (among other things), "Dave, that was a scrutty thing to do." And from that day forward, he was no longer Dave. He had no name except The Scrut.