Hair of the Dawg
02 May 2008 1 Comment
Last night we had a Happy Hour for a co-worker who is leaving us. He is moving to Tokyo, where his wife is from, to take care of his Mother-In-Law. The HH was a success and many showed up.
This morning everyone is in since it’s his last day and we are all flocking around each other cubes discussing the previous evening events.
But before we get to that Mouse tells she woke up at 5am to find her husband in the bathroom dialing on the house phone. She can’t figure out who he would be calling at 5am and I immediately think she’s going to tell us he was sleep-walking.
She knocks on the door and asks him if he is ok and he responds very grumbly. She walks in and sees that he is looking very tired yet concerned. He tells her he is dialing his cell phone because he believes he flushed it down the toilet. That when they heard the muffled ringing of his cell phone, which seems to be stuck in the pipe. Just then the alarm on his phone goes off and they can hear it resonating through the pipes and Mouse become concerned the alarm will wake the neighbors downstairs.
Mouse goes and gets the plunger and attempts to suck the phone back out. All the while she is laughing hysterically. Her hubby is getting frustrated and tells her to stop because the plunging will push the phone deeper. I don’t think her laughing was helping the situation but she couldn’t help it.
Mouse left the plunging and called “Equipment Replacement” about the situation and to get her hubby a new phone. They told her to make sure to turn the phone off because it could spark. She said, “I can’t turn the phone off because it is stuck in the toilet!“
So as Mouse finishes this hilarious story more co-workers flocked to my cube. We were talking about the previous evening events. We got to meet Salmon’s girlfriend at the HH but she wasn’t feeling well. I said, “She just needed a little bit-o-the hair of the dawg“.
That’s when Mrs. Instigator said, “What? Oh no! She was bit by a dog?!?!?! Is she ok?”
I could hear my boss laughing from the other cube and I lost it. Tears were rolling down my face and I turned several shades of red. I couldn’t even catch my breath to explain that hair of the dog refers to having more alcohol to relieve the hangover from the previous night’s alcohol consumption.
This is starting out to be a fantastic day.
Alcohol was invented to keep the Irish from ruling the world
11 Mar 2008 2 Comments
But then the Irish started singing in their drunken stupors. This is how we got a plethora of traditional folk songs a/k/a drinking songs. It didn’t stop there and they hopped up off their bar stools and started dancing around and calling it the jig.
So many got injured while doing the jig that laws were passed against getting jiggy with it after downing a few pints. Some chose never to dance again whereas some chose to give up the Guinness. Those who decided to dance took it to new levels. This, my friends, is how we got Riverdance.
The music also evolved. I just can’t get enough of the Irish rock, as I call it. My first introduction to this type of music was Ashley MacIsaac and his album “Hi, How Are you today?” Who wouldn’t dig a dude in a kilt and combat boots?
As the years went on I found:
If you want to check out some of this music, LIVE, then you could always catch Scythian and Carbon Leaf, along with many many more, at the Shamrockfest.
When is the Shamrockfest?
SATURDAY, SATURDAY, SATURDAY
I will definitely be there to check it all out and maybe find some new music but I will definitely enjoy watching all the honorary Irish gettin smashed. If I’m lucky then I should be able to capture some great pics. Who knows I might get a pic of one of you!
In heaven there is no beer… That’s why we drink ours here.
27 Feb 2008 2 Comments
Do you know what time it is?
It’s time to get your horny green on!
February is ending this week and you know what happens in March? St. Patty’s Day!
So you may be asking yourself what is so great about St. Patty’s Day?
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I look really good in green
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Tis the holiday for a pint and even better if it’s colored green
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Bagpipes everywhere (gawd I love em)
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It’s all about the Irish and boy do I look Irish
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Oh and one of the best parts is…
SHAMROCKFEST!
You haven’t heard of Shamrockfest? It’s only the biggest St.Patty’s Festival in the history of the DC Metro area. It used to be held in Ballston but it just got too big and they had to move it to RFK. The Festival has all sorts of goings on but the best part is the music and the beer. There 50 musical acts on over 10 stagesHere’s a quick view of the lineup:
Bands: Scythian, Street Dogs, The Tossers, Carbon Leaf, Great Big Sea, Charm City Saints, Pubcrawlers, Icewagon Flu, Ceann, DC101 Super Bands, Mr. Greengenes, Scott’s New Band, JunkFood, Overdrive Superthruster, Dr. FU, Love Seed Mama Jump, Rude Buddha, Burnt Sienna, Liquid A, Jimmie’s Chicken Shack, Army of Me, Cutthroat Shamrock, Shane Gamble & The Gentlemen, Everyone But Pete, O’Danny Girls, ThatGuy, Below Sixth, Crowded Streets, Rome in a Day, Flying Cows of Ventry, Brad Pugh & Friends, The Speaks
DJs: PERFECTO featuring PAUL OAKENFOLD, Tommy Lee and DJ Aero (YES, it’s THE Tommy Lee. . .), EXACTA, Liquid Todd, Pat Premier, Dave Russell, Grooves, Rene, Maskell, Lil Fos, Kwest, Yummy
Are you gonna be there? Keep an eye out for the redhead.
A Riotous good time at the Oyster Riot
18 Nov 2007 2 Comments
in alcohol, family, food, friends
A Riot by definition is: To act in an unrestrained or wanton manner; to indulge in excess of luxury, feasting, or the like; to revel; to go to excess.
The long awaited Oyster Riot was last night and a good time was had by all. Our goal was to arrive before the doors opened since we only had three hours to eat as many oysters as possible.
I couldn’t help but feel I was lagging behind, due to my new heels, as we walked in to the metro. When we got off at Metro Center we headed to the 13th Street exit and just before getting on the escalator it happened. My heels got stuck in a grate…Both of them. The others were already on the escalator and Mrs. M was laughing at me. I had to step out of them reach down and yank them out of the grate. Unfortunately, marks were left on the left heel. I was sure to avoid the grates as we walked down 13th street toward the Riot.
We arrived just as they were opening the doors. It wasn’t long before we found more of our family and friends as we were reaching to get oysters. Mrs. M and I quickly got antsy for some wine though. It seemed as if everyone was trying to eat as many oysters as possible and as quickly as possible.
Of course they had the Olympia Oysters which are an all time favorite. I would grab five ore more of the Olympia at a time. Yes there are that good. I was disappointed with the Kusshi Oysters this year. My first one was good but the next wasn’t so I went in for two more and still it wasn’t going so well so I called it quits on the Kusshi. I thought it might have been me but others made similar statement expressing their disappointment in the Kusshi oysters.
Somewhat near the Olympia Oyster is where I found my favorite wine ‘Vicars Choice’ Sauvignon Blanc out of New Zealand. This wine wasn’t getting very much attention which is one of the reasons I went over there. All the attention was drawn to the wine next to them where there was this hot chick, with killer cleavage, pouring that wine. She was drawing a crowd of dudes and trying to entice them to vote for her wine.
Through out the evening we circled and tried various oysters and wines and bumping into people we knew and enjoying the sights of others. One dude was wearing a leopard print smoking jacket. I’m sorry to say I didn’t capture a photo of that. Mrs. M and I were captured taking a break from our heels buy John G. who took the photo below.
By 8:30 I couldn’t eat another oyster and there was still an hour to go. The wine was going down real well and soon my feet didn’t hurt anymore. We took our group into Old Ebbitt (the Riot was held in the lobby of the building) and continued that party there. The place was crowded and I honestly don’t know how long we were there. As we made our way out is when I bumped into our foot photographer, John G. I guess this is when I mentioned the blog.
The walk to the metro and the ride back is very blurry and I was glad I wasn’t driving. Thank you Mrs. M for being so responsible. I vaguely even remember pulling out my keys to get into my apartment. Evidently, I did talk to a friend of mine once I got home and had a good laugh when I heard all about it today.
I haven’t gotten schnockered like that in quite a while and this was a good one.
The Riot is almost here!
13 Nov 2007 1 Comment
And, DAMN, I can’t wait!
I’m talking about Old Ebbitt Grill’s annual Oyster Riot, held on the Friday and Saturday before Thanksgiving. This year tickets for both nights sold out in less than 40 minutes.
This will be the second year for me and I have been patiently waiting. Thousands of the world’s best oysters will be devoured along with award winning wines. Have an empty stomach when you arrive so as to take full advantage of the oysters that are offered up but be careful not to drink too much wine prior to filling that empty stomach. Besides the raw oysters there will be will be fruit & cheese, shrimp, crab claws and some hot oyster hors d’oeuvres to help fill that empty stomach. Maybe I should stop eating now so I will have room for it all come Saturday.
We have pretty big group going including The Folks, Brotha-Man and Sil, friends of The Folks along with Mr & Mrs. M and more friends. The plan is for the night to continue in Dupont with more friends after we have stuffed ourselves full of Oysters and Wine. I’ve taken care of everything down to Mini Red, who will be away for the weekend at her Dad’s. I’m sure I will need recovery time on Sunday.
If you have tickets in hand to go then I’ll be the one with the Red hair so be sure to say “Hi”. If not then I won’t be reminding you about this next year when it comes time to purchase tickets. We don’t need any more competition when it comes to getting these tickets.
Halloween with the PTA in Suburbia
31 Oct 2007 7 Comments
Last Saturday I was invited to a Halloween party.
I don’t usually dress up for Halloween since I hate being uncomfortable. I was able to come up with an idea to reuse one of my bridesmaid dresses. I messed up my hair, threw in a few fake bruises, had a matching bouquet and I was ready. In essence I was the bridesmaid who fought for the bride’s bouquet but lost and had the bruises to show for her efforts.
I went over to meet up with my cousin and his wife and we were off to the first house where I was given a beer that I promptly threw back thinking we wouldn’t be there long. That beer hit the spot since I was a bit nervous going to a party where I didn’t know anyone. We were off to the next house for the pre-party and I was given a beer there too. There were kids at this house and they were bothered by my bruises until they learned it was just makeup. Just when I thought we were leaving for the actual party we weren’t so I was handed another beer. This one didn’t last long either.
By the time we got to the actual party I was feeling good. The hostess had a smoke machine going and it was setting off the fire alarm. MB took some photos trying to show off my mastery of painting bruises but they are a bit fuzzy due to the smoke.
I didn’t realize how rowdy the PTA gets in Suburbia when the kids are off with sitters. These people can get their drink on and non-chalantly encourage it too. Everyone was playing the role of their costume and it was obvious they had been getting their drink on. The Angel was passing out goodness and her Devil husband stood by and watched over everyone. Jeannie kept trying to grant wishes while Major Nelson carried around her bottle. One woman dressed as her mother by borrowing her mother’s wig and house dress. I loved that one since it was so original. The hostess was dressed as a school girl and when the Pope showed up she promply acted her part.
There were a lot of people constantly arriving all night. When the Pimp arrived I was urged to take on the new persona of a Battered Ho. So I posed accordingly.
I never expected to party like this but the PTA really knows how to throw a bash. I grabbed one last photo op with the Pope and have to say the night was a blast and I didn’t get home til the wee hours of the morning.
