steakandbeer
Well, I did it. Last night was steak night at Local Pub. I did not have the stomach pyrotechnics this week like I did last week. I simply refused to waste another tasty steak. I went, I ate, I conquered. Perhaps this week I survived because I did not eat a big beefy lunch like last week. Perhaps it’s because this week, in three hours at LP I only had 2 beers. Beer. I drank beer. I never drink beer anymore. I drank just enough to make me sleepy. Gordon had 10 Guinness. I knew it was time to go home when he could no longer remember if he was stripes or spots. I had to tell him--everytime he was up to shoot. But it was cool. We had our steak and beer, went home, watched Finding Nemo and fell into blissful sleep.
So now, here I am. Well rested (for once) and ecstatic it’s Friday. I love Fridays. On Fridays, Gordon takes Sophie back to my place (She can’t stay alone at his place, but that will be another entry) which means I get to sleep for an extra 30 whole minutes! On Fridays, I get to wear jeans. Today it’s my blue jeans and a plain gray shirt that just screams “LOOK! I HAVE BIG TATAS!” On Fridays, I know my boss will leave early--if he even comes in at all. On Fridays, I know there will be a big, gin-free Long Island Iced Tea waiting for me at the pub when I get there. I love Fridays. They rox0r.
PS About the title of this entry… I thought it fitting since Sarah and I debated naming my site steakandbeer.com. I said it implied I was a big fat alcoholic cow. Sarah said it implied that I was the perfect woman.
Posted by amy t.
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Jesus...10 Guinness? That man’s got a stomach made of steel!
Posted by Mel on 11/07 at 04:48 PM
He’s Scottish. Those boys can drink. And he doesn’t even start showing the signs of drunkenness until after about 7.