Seriously, what were we thinking? We had been out the night before at a Christmas party (free food and drink) and then a movie wrap party (free booze) and amazingly enough we woke up with tremendous hangovers at about 1 pm yesterday. Imagine that. So, what does one do when one has a hangover? Does one go to the gym (as I suggested)? Hell no, one must eat greasy food and wash it down with something with booze in it so I pulled a hat over my unwashed hair (that happened to be sticking up all over the place) and off we went to the Rhinelander. Incredibly bad service and marginal food at best, but it's kinda the punishment we needed and deserved. The Roommate had spilled his complimentary mulled cider all over the table and had to ask the waitress two times to wipe it up, and then she invited him to go get some more for himself. Well, the Roommate does not stand for bad service from the service industry, so as he got up to get himself some more cider he asked the waitress if he could get her anything while he was up. Dumb woman didn't even realize she had been winged. So after the painfully bad experience we decided to do our shopping for Christmas Eve dinner. Only we kinda never made it because there was a bar between us and the grocery store. Our bartender, I shall call her Dixie since I can't remember her real name and she's from Tennessee, was quite pleasant and we enjoyed her company quite a bit so we ended up staying for four rounds. Then off to the grocery store. Only our friend Pat's restaurant, the Chameleon, is so close. It's 5:00 by now and the Chameleon doesn't open till 5:30 but do you think that stops us? Hell no, the Roommate scratched on the window until bartender extrodinare Benjamin, lets us in. Did I tell you that Rufus has been in the Jeep all this time? He has, poor dear. You'd think by now he'd know that "ride in car" means "sit your ass all alone in car", but no, he was all for it when we started out this afternoon. So we stay at the Chameleon until around 8:30 because friends keep showing up, but then we had to go because the Roommate was supposed to meet his friend for "strip Jeopardy" that evening and by this time my lights are on but no one's home anyway, so might as well pass out. Rufus drove our drunk asses home and poured me into bed. Thank god he's a talented dog. So that meant that I got to get up this morning to take Rufus to our friend's house to let their dog out while she's away for the holidays and then.................I got to go to the grocery store. Merry fucking Christmas, every tard in the world is out. I should have sent Rufus in to shop for me, but I guess I deserved the punishment.
And on that note let me just say Santa's coming, Merry Christmas to all! Have a festive holiday season and make sure you have a designated driver dog along for the ride!
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