Wednesday, December 19, 2012

This Just In:

mrpeenee is just the teensiest bit drunk.  We went out tonight with friends to see the one man show of Leslie Jordan, who is, as a side note, like mrpeenee also a 57 year old big sissy from the South, so a lot of his stories resonated, except for the ones about doing speed fueled drag as a teenager.   Still, it was pretty amusing.

The show required a two-drink-minimum, so I had a couple of Cosmos, because I am a Lady, and they were tasty, tasty, tasty, but STRONG.  So I'm a little drunk.

Back in the day, mrpeeenee was a Big Mess.  A Big Drunk Mess.  As loaded as I am at this moment was merely a brief stop on the Big Drunk Mess Line; it was the I Think I'll Have Another Pitcher of Margaritas stop.  So very much not happy times.  Let me just say how very glad I am to no longer be on that sloppy train.  Plus typing is hard when ones fingers seem slightly unconnected.

Instead, muscle pussy:

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13 comments:

  1. MuscatoDecember 19, 2012 at 11:45 PM

    Oh, lord. Been there, done that. A few years back I sat down and had a little chat with myself, the gist of which was that is was either time to go full-bore alkie or cut back. I went for the latter, since I do enjoy a cocktail and would one or two.

    Since then, I've had the added bonus of getting old, which has had the positive side-effect of making my irretrievably sleepy and even less fun than usual after more than two glasses of wine.

    So I'm not yet a teetotaler, but for all the good it does me might as well be...

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    1. mrpeeneeDecember 20, 2012 at 1:08 AM

      It's amazing how much less I can handle: two drinks? Two girldrink drinks? That's all it takes? What a light weight. On the other hand, I am plenty happy to be off the Boozehound Express.

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    2. MuscatoDecember 20, 2012 at 1:59 AM

      Reading mine above, you'd think I'd had a couple. Alas, no - just cold meds. Please pardon the syntax of sniffler...

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    3. MuscatoDecember 20, 2012 at 2:10 AM

      Good God. A sniffler.

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  2. RJDecember 20, 2012 at 2:53 AM

    So jealous, Love Her, she is just too funny!

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  3. jasonDecember 20, 2012 at 5:05 AM


    Wow...your life is exactly the plot of a Sex in the City Episode, isn't it? Right down to the cosmos, the 57 year olds doing speed-drag, and muscle pussies.

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  4. The MistressDecember 20, 2012 at 5:06 AM

    Leslie Jordan is pictured on my Deck Your Balls event post…of which you still haven’t submitted your photo(s) and TODAY is the deadline.

    Obviously you are too wasted to participate.

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  5. PrincessDecember 20, 2012 at 5:22 AM

    Good for you Gurl.... T'is the season to be jolly anyway...

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  6. ayeM8yDecember 20, 2012 at 9:47 AM

    I suspected for quite some time now that I am an alcoholic, but my bartender disagrees.

    For some reason a crew of people around these parts met Del Shores in New Orleans and persuaded him to come to Pensacola. We're best friends now. Best friends in the sense that I met him. Leslie Jordan is also on my Christmas card list.

    I need another drink. The illusion is wearing off.

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  7. DianeDecember 20, 2012 at 3:27 PM

    Honey, they may be girldrinks to you, but they're basically just a pink martini . . . and martinis spell trouble. That's why I stick to wine.

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  8. The Cool CookieDecember 20, 2012 at 5:11 PM

    I was never a party child. My inner introvert would never allow it. And my mother raised me to never go into a bar by myself. To this day I still couldn't do it, if I tried.

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  9. normadesmondDecember 21, 2012 at 6:28 AM

    bravo.

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  10. normadesmondDecember 21, 2012 at 6:29 AM

    btw, that wasn't a dishy bravo.

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