While I lived in London, Sunday was Bloody Mary day. Me and a girl I was seeing made a habit of drinking ourselves out of hangovers every Sunday. She made the absolute best bloody marys in the world. Not too spicy but with enough kick to make sure you woke up. *sighs* those were happy days.
sounds like sundays at my mom's house. except in the spring sundays are mimosa or sangria brunch days. saturdays are "get all rowdy, get drunk, get in a fight, fall into bed and forget all about it" nights.
I'm feeling a bit nostalgic for days spent getting pissed and jumping in and out of bed. I haven't thought about those days for about 5 years but that's what Bloody Marys remind me of. What a drink! Your Mom's sounds like fun. I've decided to get drunk tomorrow during the day. It will be hot as hell here and I have nothing else to do.
sounds like heaven. dave and i drank more than a 12 pack last night and it was great. i'm having an early beer to help me over the hangover. uck. feeling better already. my parents are a freaking blast. my dad is having a 71st birthday drunk fest. it's going to be legendary.
Me thinks I gotta go to bed if I want to wake up early enough to say goodbye to daddy before he goes. It's 3am...
Also wondering if thats someone whistling I can hear outside my window or if its a rooster crowing somewhere in the distance (Damn 3ams!)