Monday, September 25, 2006

Shhh! Don't Talk To Me.


I went to Scruffy Duffy's with my awesome ex-corrections-officer roommate to watch football and drink beer and eat wings and nachos and mozzerella sticks and jalepenos and play pool yesterday. All day. Life really doesn't get much better than that. I saw a woman that was so drunk that I literally thought she was going to keel over and die right at the bar.

After all the games were finished my roommate and I went to the closing night cast party of "Smoking Bloomberg". They had the top floor/balcony reserved of a cool joint in midtown. I got to see several people I haven't seen in years. Great people. Good fucking times.

Lots of scotch.

God, kill me.

It's 3:00pm.

I just woke up and I want to die.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ryan- an ol' alchy friend of mine taught me the way to ward off hangovers. It never fails. Before you pass out, force yourself to drink a few glasses of water. That's all there is to it. You will wake up fresh as a daisy and thanking me.

Ryan said...
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Ryan said...

anonymous,

I generally have a hard time stomaching anything that doesn't contain alcohol, but I will try this thing you call "water".

Anonymous said...

I think Scruffy Duffy's is one of the few bars here in New York that most can say that they have been drunk at one time or another. And how good are those mozzarella sticks?