My memorial weekend ended at approximately 10:45pm last night as me and mr. uni arrived to our dank DC abode. As HT, LT and TAFKALC mentioned yesterday, much food and libations were consumed the entire weekend. Although my efforts to completely end my mini-vacay on a food bang were thwarted. It first began with my efforts to get a triple meat extravaganza breakfast sandwich at the BK...it was 5 minutes after 11am when I finally made it after returning our keg (MikeySunshine- you can only appreciate which particular Brew Thru we went too...mr. uni almost drove into it on purpose just to try and re-live the moment!) anyways...no meat sandwich. We then opted to hit the beach for a few more hours of sun and fun before heading off...we stayed a little too late and opted to not stop off at one of my favorite dive bars further down the outerbanks that have the BEST crab balls EVER (and I know, I know...I said crab balls). Alas...9:58pm...just outside of the Arlington, VA area on 395...my craving for Five Guys is making my stomach do flip flops...I franticly call 411 and get the # for the closest blessed burger joint...they close at 10pm. I have no complaints from the weekend by any means, I was fed well and drank even better. But I have made an executive decision to delay my typical day after de-tox routine and get my fill on most, if not all, of what I had hoped for yesterday.
Oooh...yesterday wasn't a complete food wash, I did get a cappuccino heath bar blizzard at the DQ...I love Parker Posey and will perhaps rent "Waiting for Guffman" tonight to watch while I eat one or possibly two Five Guys burgers with a bag full of greasy fries.
I'm not really sure what the point of this Side Order post is (Jo- if you thought the first one was random...I suppose this one may leave you even more perplexed). What can I say folks?? I just got home from the beach totally relaxed, craving all sorts of crap food and NOT wanting to get back into my "daily rountine". Sooo...pick a topic...talk amongst yourselves.
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Oooh, crab balls sound good. I wish someone was bringing those to our office potluck.
Crab balls ... hee hee
Not yet Jo...not yet...
crab balls sound yummy.
Now you've got me wanting five guys Uni, and there's one just down the street, hmmmmmm....
Bad transition, dog. Right from the yummy balls to wanting five guys...
Does that Canadian air always make you this easy to slap around?
Watchdog wants to suck down 10 pairs of balls for lunch?
No, five pair, sheesh!
For the record, I had been drinking and smoking for pretty close to 4 days nonstop when I hit the brew threw with the Ol' Boniville. I shouldn't have been driving that day, but my passengers were no better off, and none of us were fit to walk in to a public store and buy beer and smokes, so Drive Through Beer store seemed like a good idea. Also, That aisle was too narrow and that turn too tight, and that pole didn't look both ways before jumping into the road.
Aaah Beach week. What good memories I seem to have from that annual event. I couldn't make it this year, but I have fond memories of aligator surf wrestling, Beer olympics, games of asshhole, starfish caps, and Mafia.
I hold Scooty's quote true.
"I feel like all the drinking I did in college was just training for Beach Week"
Yes, beach week in the past has been tons of fun and I wish I had gone this year.
I think the crashing into the side of the brew-thru incident was even funnier cuz we were just buying smokes, at least thats how I remember it.
Sunshine I must remind you that we weren't even going through the Brew Thru for brew...only smokes...for WatchDog. We did decide that we could distinguish which mark was yours on that pole though...it was definitely the most distinctive mark.
I'll never forget my Beach week experience. Pinger was an awful judge, and we got robbed of the relay title.
Um... we cheated in the relay race.
(The Iriquois Challenge is run by each member of a team taking a Mouthfull of beer, running around the mark at the end of the block and come back, spitting beer into recieving cup, team with most beer over lowest time wins)
While Jo was running, we (Who were we? 6 packistan? Fosterailia?) his teammates poured extra beer into the recieving cup.
WE DID NOT CHEAT!
That's the same week that I found out that Jo has a "tigey blanket"...
I love my woobie, I mean Tiger blanket!
:(
feel better Miu ... tummy ache or "Just Plain Sick" (TM) ?
So if everything tastes the same, just eat whatever's cheapest... or take this opportunity to eat stuff that you never eat. What better chance to say, "I've eaten pickled pigs feet. They taste just like Orange Juice"
good call sunshine. "I've ate a stick of butter dipped in a tub of mayonaise, and it tastes just like dr. pepper"
My sense of tase is still doing pretty well.
I once saw footage of the world haggis eating contest and it ain't like hot dog, pie, or wing contests where there are huge piles of food lined up to keep the athletes stocked up.
The winner could only eat about a third of a plate.
Enjoy it miu. It will never taste better to you than it will tonight
It's just a big hot dog. Hot dogs (or wursts, at least) are wrapped in pig intestine. And really, how is that any different from sheep stomach??
Ok, fair enough. And your boyfriend sounds a bit like a freak. Did they run around like chickens with their heads cut off? Ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Hey, I had a friend who lived in Peru - but it was much worse than your boyfriend. He was down there to work on his medical degree, so he was doing a communicable disease internship kind of thing & he took pictures of the things people would come in to get treated. I really didn't need to see pictures of that. Especially b/c it was like "Oh, here's me in front of [Peruvian landmark]. Here we took a trip to the [rainforest/mountains/whatever]. Oh, yeah, this is this kid who went swimming in the sewers & now he has bugs under his skin." AAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
I would have tried to frog-march the chicken into the kitchen . . . so same net effect (no lunch).
SOMEONE MUST DIE!!!!!
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