Servers drive me crazy.
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nolawitch58It will be a fine day when the one that flaked on me all week is replaced. The finest part will be knowing that we've ditched the dweeby dialup for a leased line. Six hours of wrangling with it today was enough to entice me to drink. Mmmm. Vodka and orange juice.
I haven't been able to drink screwdrivers for years. Some of my older friends may remember this horrid mixed drink that used to be available in liqure stores called Old Mr. Boston screwdrivers. I don't know if they still make or sell it. I've not seen it in stores for year. My boyfriend in high school loved that stuff so we drank a lot of it. I remember losing one of my favorite headscarves hanging out the window of his Ford Falcon on State Road 3 while puking that up from drinking all evening at the Sky-Vu. I actually went looking for the scarf, remembering that it was somewhere near the park. Never found it. That may even have been the night I got out of his car, fell to my knees and crawled to the back door because I couldn't walk. The neighbors across the street reported my inebriated state to my mother. After a while, I stopped being able to drink screwdrivers.
Likewise, I used to enjoy Black Russians for many years. One night, a friend and I got plastered on them. The next day was a miserable misasma of hurling and moaning. When something has made one feel so abjectly crappy, it's tough to lose the memory of the sickly sweet stuff forcibly invading throat and sinuses in an effort to eject it. It was my own fault. I didn't eat anything before embarking on the binge. We were so upset because she'd just lost her job and I was trying to help her update her CV.
Next week is oddly punctuated by the July Fourth holiday. The week after that, I have to go up to Shreveport for the DR test. I'm going to miss the Harry Potter movie screening with the coven. I'll get to see the Shreveport witches, though. The week after that is mostly training. There is no rest for this Wiccan.
I haven't been able to drink screwdrivers for years. Some of my older friends may remember this horrid mixed drink that used to be available in liqure stores called Old Mr. Boston screwdrivers. I don't know if they still make or sell it. I've not seen it in stores for year. My boyfriend in high school loved that stuff so we drank a lot of it. I remember losing one of my favorite headscarves hanging out the window of his Ford Falcon on State Road 3 while puking that up from drinking all evening at the Sky-Vu. I actually went looking for the scarf, remembering that it was somewhere near the park. Never found it. That may even have been the night I got out of his car, fell to my knees and crawled to the back door because I couldn't walk. The neighbors across the street reported my inebriated state to my mother. After a while, I stopped being able to drink screwdrivers.
Likewise, I used to enjoy Black Russians for many years. One night, a friend and I got plastered on them. The next day was a miserable misasma of hurling and moaning. When something has made one feel so abjectly crappy, it's tough to lose the memory of the sickly sweet stuff forcibly invading throat and sinuses in an effort to eject it. It was my own fault. I didn't eat anything before embarking on the binge. We were so upset because she'd just lost her job and I was trying to help her update her CV.
Next week is oddly punctuated by the July Fourth holiday. The week after that, I have to go up to Shreveport for the DR test. I'm going to miss the Harry Potter movie screening with the coven. I'll get to see the Shreveport witches, though. The week after that is mostly training. There is no rest for this Wiccan.
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Date: 2007-06-30 03:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-30 04:32 am (UTC)Look at DSL over a leased line. No matter what your ISP tries to tell you, a QOS SDSL is cheaper and just as good as a T-1. Since you're replacing an unreliable dial-up connection, you could probably look at non-QOS ADSL or even business class cable and still be MUCH happier. Those would add virtually no cost.
*commiserates*
Date: 2007-06-30 09:25 am (UTC)Did the drinks help at all :-)? Somehow, this never worked for me... Maybe I should try those screwdrivers ;-). These ready made longdrinks in bottles tend to be awful here, though. Tons of sugar in there, which together with the chemical flavouring makes them quite hard to swallow.
I'd like to try a "real" Black Russian one of these years, though. Of course I wanted one back when I first encountered "The Dude" :-D. But René, lacking milk, filled it up with Baileys, thus making it pretty hard to finish even the first one...
What is a DR test? Good luck, in case you need any ;-)!
Re: *commiserates*
Date: 2007-06-30 02:58 pm (UTC)DrgnDancer
The bartending geek
oops...
Date: 2007-07-01 01:33 pm (UTC)My own bartending days are long gone, I have to admit. 20 years, in fact...
And that Russian episode has been a while, too. Not that this is any excuse to confuse black and white, of course :-D.
*feels OLD*