Wednesday, April 05, 2006

 

An Open Letter to My Friend Ben, On My Inability to Execute Self Control

Happy hour is a specially scheduled period of time — usually an hour or two in the late afternoon — during which some restaurants and bars give discounts for drinks, especially alcoholic drinks.”

Please take notice it states “usually an hour or two” not eight hours in the hippy bar drinking “two for ones”, and then continuing until the “two for ones” are over and still going. From now on lets no longer kid ourselves with this stupid talk of “meeting for happy hour.” Lets just say “hey want to meet when the specials start and then continue to get drunk enough we bring up past embarrassing memories, and I get smashed enough to to do the air spank to anyone who might be in my vicinity” Or “hey lets meet and get shit faced until I play the same song over and over in the juke box so they whole places wants to kick me out… I mean who doesn’t love a little Paul Simon, Me and Juilo?” Or perhaps you can call me and say “lets get you drunk enough to dance, but keep you sober enough to remember it in the morning”

…Because lets face it Ben we have proved we are far from capable of this thing they call “happy hour”


Comments:
after 4 beers i find that i dont want to go home. is that a problem?
 
Haha a different ben i think but it also has applied to me and you at certain times
 
Me and Julio down by thee schoolyarduh! Paul Simon.....a little wierd. Next time go with Journey's "Don't Stop Beleiving" or "Sweet Home Alabama"
 
ok so my comment was in response to the anonymouse comment i thought was my other friend ben, but in fact wasnt... so in response to the anonymouse guy, no... that isnt a problem, after 12 or 13 then we can talk, but that still depends on how many hours you were there!!
 
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