February 21, 2009

Since it’s Sheila’s birthday and all…

…I think we should go out for drinks.  I’ll get the first round.  What’ll y’all have?

martini

comments

  1. Phil Bebbington on February 21st, 2009 at 6:28 pm

    Well, Kathy – I’d love a Martini, my favourite – or perhaps a Manhattan.

  2. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 21st, 2009 at 6:30 pm

    How’s about one of each?
    …got it.
    Next?

  3. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 6:39 pm

    I’ll have a margarita please, Kathy.

  4. Rick Neece on February 21st, 2009 at 6:42 pm

    Vodka on the rocks, please. It don’t have to be fancy. I’m down with whatever the house pour may be. Here’s to Sheila!

  5. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 6:45 pm

    Is there an Armagnac in the house? Why, thank you, Kathy.

    Next round is on me.

  6. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 21st, 2009 at 6:46 pm

    Margarita~ got it.

    House pour on the vodka is Ketel One tonight.

  7. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 7:02 pm

    chin chin. Or, So let the cannikin clink clink… let the cannikin clink!

  8. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 21st, 2009 at 7:07 pm

    For you Sheila, it’s not only in the house, it’s on the house.

    (got a little on the sofa too… sorry.)

  9. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 7:10 pm

    Say, I dig that Othello theme you struck up, Lucy!

  10. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 7:20 pm

    I’ve always loved Shakespeare’s bar scenes.

  11. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 7:22 pm

    Lucy said bar scene.

  12. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 7:23 pm

    Um, I’m still waiting for my drink. Is it being fed-exed?

  13. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 7:34 pm

    Lucy, I think maybe your Margarita might be like one of those faery-potions them faery-folk pour out by lonely crossroads there in your corner of the world.

    That’s the conclusion I’ve reached about my Armagnac, anyway.

  14. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 7:34 pm

    Now we’re talkin.

  15. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 7:41 pm

    Talkin’ the talk that’s “spun from the finest malarkey”. Oh, yes.

  16. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 7:56 pm

    Another variation on the theme: bullshitology. Or as Joyce would have it, Shite and onions.

  17. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 7:59 pm

    Wait a minute though: if your armagnac is currently being poured by the Púca at The Lonely Crossroads (which is indeed in my corner of Clare, even. There’s a small river and it gushes right underneath the crossroads, and there’s a bridge and a solitary post box) then you’d better get your arse over here then, Ryan.

  18. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 21st, 2009 at 8:07 pm

    …huh? what? Sorry. I passed out a little. What’d I miss?

  19. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 8:11 pm

    Jesus, Phil! Phil! Phil, for fuck’s sake! Will you clean up the patch under Kathy please? She’s had a little accident.

  20. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 8:15 pm

    Oh and whoever’s round it is next, they can fed-ex me another margarita. I’m raring to go.

  21. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 21st, 2009 at 8:16 pm

    I was drinking a Manhattan for Phil, then I googled Armagnac and watched the cat bat an olive around then I woke up to what sounded like Othello.

    What the hell is this on the sofa?

  22. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 8:17 pm

    piddle.

  23. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 21st, 2009 at 8:21 pm

    Thank god.

    By the way, I”m out of cash. Who’s got the next round?

  24. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 8:23 pm

    Phil.

  25. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 8:25 pm

    Kathy, I got some funny money. Let’s see if I can slip it on by.

    And y’all, I think Phil done passed out.

  26. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 8:28 pm

    Eh, I heard him say he’d leave his wallet out for us. Yes, I definitely heard him say that. Right after he said, “So hold up your bright swords for the dew will rust ‘em”. I said, fair enough, Phil. There’s a hatchet around here somewhere. I assumed it was his way of proposing a toast.

  27. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 8:28 pm

    I think that was when you woke up, Kathy. And piddled.

  28. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 21st, 2009 at 8:32 pm

    Thank god.

    So who’s buying? I’d like another ubber dirty. The cat needs more olives.

  29. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 8:32 pm

    Rick’s outside in the garden singing a Brubeck tune with the Brooklyn Roof Goat. Pour him another vodka, Kathy. Make it a double.

  30. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 21st, 2009 at 8:33 pm

    That’s no way to talk about Danny.

  31. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 8:33 pm

    Phil tends to mutter when he’s in his cups. So you just have to make assumptions. And filch cash from his wallet. Then set into drinking. And piddling.

  32. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 8:35 pm

    Ah, Kathy. There’s no way to talk about Danny. Not really.

  33. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 8:35 pm

    We’ve got it covered, Sheils. We wouldn’t let you down on your birthday.

  34. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 8:36 pm

    Alright, a bit of hush please.

    I’m going dooooooooooooooooooown
    to Carrickfeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerguuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuus

  35. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 8:37 pm

    So I can get boiled as an owl? Drunk as Cooter Brown?

  36. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 8:37 pm

    Cool. Meta.

  37. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 8:37 pm

    Now if that comment ain’t drunk, I DON’T KNOW WHAT IS.

  38. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 8:38 pm

    Load ‘er up, bartenda. Nice and loose.

  39. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 8:38 pm

    “Carrickfergus” is cool. And I feel safe in the knowledge you won’t commence to droning “Danny Boy”.

  40. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 21st, 2009 at 8:39 pm

    WTF? Who’s going to clean that up?

  41. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 21st, 2009 at 8:41 pm

    Thank god.

    It was only singing.

  42. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 8:44 pm

    Did I miss anything while I was under the table?

  43. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 8:46 pm

    I believe Phil said he was on top of any spillages that might occur. Right after he said, I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgotten all custom of circumstance, and then got really embarrassed because he was in the wrong play altogether.

  44. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 8:50 pm

    He got all conflibberated after those few tokes off that Camberwell carrot. He ain’t used to suchlike, and so he will jumble his lines.

  45. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 8:52 pm

    I said, it’s called a Cambewew cawwot Phiw, because I made it in Cambewew, and it wooks wike a cawwot.

  46. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 8:53 pm

    Go break up a chair and throw it on the fire before Monty comes, will you please, Sheila? I’ve got a bastard behind the eyes.

  47. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 8:54 pm

    That is so fwicking heavy . . . Wucy . . .

  48. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 8:55 pm

    We may as well sit round this cigarette. This is ridiculous. We’ll be found dead in here next spring.

  49. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 8:56 pm

    My heart’s beating like a fucked clock.

  50. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 21st, 2009 at 8:57 pm

    …huh? what? Sorry. I passed out a little. What’d I miss?

  51. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 21st, 2009 at 8:58 pm

    I can’t keep up with y’all. I shouldn’t have put all that crack in your drinks.

  52. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 8:58 pm

    All you missed. Kathy, was when the pig shat in my head.

  53. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 8:59 pm

    That’s a terrible way to talk about Danny.

  54. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 9:00 pm

    IT’S MY BIRTHDAY, SO I GET WHAT I WANT.

    And I want something’s flesh.

  55. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 9:01 pm

    I know Kathy, it’s a tough call, special occasion and all, you’d think we’d enjoy being turned into crackwhores, but no. Can’t please some folk.

  56. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 9:02 pm

    I’m ready to go all maudlin any minute now. Will it be “Danny Boy” or something from “Astral Weeks”?

  57. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 9:04 pm

    If I ventured in the slipstream… between the viaducts of your dreams… where mobeel steel rims crack… and the ditch in the back road stops.

    Could you find me? Would you a kiss in my eye? Laaaay me doooown. Inside it’s easaaay to be born again… to be born agaiin…

  58. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 9:05 pm

    Do you think this comment thread is a musical?

  59. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 21st, 2009 at 9:06 pm

    ah jeeze…. it’s weepy tiime.

    better order some high-fat snacks and pop a couple Excedrin

  60. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 9:09 pm

    And I will stroll the merry way and jump the hedges first — And I will drink the clear clean water for to quench my thirst — And I shall watch the ferry-boats and theyll get high — On a bluer ocean against tomorrow’s sky — And I will never grow so old again — And I will walk and talk in gardens all wet with rain — – Ah, stop it! Stop it, I say!

  61. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 9:10 pm

    Ra ra rasputeeen lover of the russian queen
    la lalal alaaaaaaal a we carry on

  62. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 9:11 pm

    Awh . . . can’t somebody phone for a pizza?

  63. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 9:15 pm

    Ok this is the kind of thing that won’t please all of the people all of the time, but I think tonight’s crowd will dig it.

  64. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 9:20 pm

    Lucy linked to Boney M.

    Yes yes.

    Dang.

    Rasputin was a sex machine.

  65. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 21st, 2009 at 9:22 pm

    G’night all. I’m going home with the Brooklyn Roof Goat. He offered to drive.

  66. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 9:22 pm

    And Lucy’s up late. Real late.

  67. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 9:24 pm

    Ooh, Kathy. A dirty sweet Brooklyn Roof Goat! Dig it, girl.

  68. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 21st, 2009 at 9:25 pm

    Yeah… that Danny’s a sweet-heart.

  69. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 9:27 pm

    Oof!

    G’night, Gracie.

  70. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 9:29 pm

    Thanks to all y’all for the bestest birthday.

    Now I gotta go find me some food.

    Not that I been drinking or anything.

  71. Lucy Foley on February 21st, 2009 at 9:33 pm

    fart.

  72. Sheila Ryan on February 21st, 2009 at 9:43 pm

    Somebody shake Phil, eh? He knows how to announce a fart in modern folkish Greek.

  73. Phil Bebbington on February 22nd, 2009 at 4:19 am

    Jesus, the combination of jet-lag, one of Kathy’s special Martini’s and Manhattan’s rendered me unconcious there. Mop up after Kathy eh! You know how the body relaxes, I’ll just deal with my own small puddle and I’ll be over there.

    Hell you doze off for 2 minutes and it seems like best part of 8 hours.

    . . . . and if that is piddle it’s the oddest shade.

  74. Phil Bebbington on February 22nd, 2009 at 4:20 am

    Kathy – was there a Maraschino Cherry in my Manhattan or has someone had their fingers in my drink?

  75. Phil Bebbington on February 22nd, 2009 at 4:21 am

    Yeah, sure I’ll buy the next one – after all I have all these dollars left over!

  76. Phil Bebbington on February 22nd, 2009 at 5:46 am

    Well, ladies, I’m so glad you made use of those spare dollars. I’m always okay for one Martini, I struggle to finish the second. As soon as I started to speak of bright swords and hatchets – well, I guess at that point I really was away with the faeries.

  77. Phil Bebbington on February 22nd, 2009 at 5:51 am

    Sheila, did you say “fucked clock?

    And, whilst I was under I swear I heard someone peeing and spelling, it may have been a dream I guess.

  78. Phil Bebbington on February 22nd, 2009 at 5:59 am

    Shit, Lucy – if I were able to stand there is always the chance of me dancing to Rasputin. I never thought I would utter those words, obviously some indication of how pissed I am.

  79. Rick Neece on February 22nd, 2009 at 6:18 am

    Good Mornin’ all, I’ll put on some coff….! Holy Crap! Just look at this place!

  80. Phil Bebbington on February 22nd, 2009 at 6:25 am

    Good man, Rick – I woke in a puddle of something and I’m not even sure it was mine!

  81. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 22nd, 2009 at 7:05 am

    Anyone got a birthday today?

  82. Phil Bebbington on February 22nd, 2009 at 7:18 am

    Kathy, is there no stopping you?

    George Washington – was he a party animal?

    and of course Robert Wadlow – ‘The Giant of Illinois’.

    Now you wouldn’t want to say to him “fill yer boots, Bob” would you now!

  83. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 22nd, 2009 at 7:27 am

    (pssst… hey phil….can you tell me something? What the hell is a Brooklyn Roof Goat?)

  84. Phil Bebbington on February 22nd, 2009 at 7:44 am

    Kathy – I have no idea, I just assumed it was a Goat that lived on a Brooklyn roof. But then I am English and much can be excused because of that! I propose that we stay cool and jokingly ask the birthday girl and her Irish partner in crime when they wake if you can milk those roof goats – always leaving ourselves an out in that it’s a joke question.

    I reckon if we wave coffee under Sheila’s nose she’ll release Lucy and wake.

  85. Sheila Ryan on February 22nd, 2009 at 10:55 am

    Hey, I just woke up, and I wanna know who stuck this head of an ass on my shoulders!

    I had the weirdest damn dream.

  86. Sheila Ryan on February 22nd, 2009 at 10:57 am

    Like Rasputin, George Washington was a sex machine.

    Dunno about Robert Wadlow. But he was big, I’ll grant that..

  87. Cindy Scroggins on February 22nd, 2009 at 12:06 pm

    Hey!! I can’t believe y’all would have a party without me.

    I guess I’ll just crawl back into my hole and die.

    But first – anybody up for a mimosa?

  88. Lucy Foley on February 22nd, 2009 at 12:24 pm

    groo.

  89. Cindy Scroggins on February 22nd, 2009 at 12:33 pm

    Uh, maybe mimosas aren’t such a good idea after all–my head’s still swimming from reading about last night’s revelry. I think I’ll just go have a grilled cheese sandwich and some iced tea and act all normal.

  90. Phil Bebbington on February 22nd, 2009 at 12:34 pm

    Cindy, better late than never – I’ve just fired up a Martini, jet lag for the time being seems a thing of the past although I have no doubt it may come and club me on the back of the head later. Actually, if the truth be known, I’m on my second.

  91. Cindy Scroggins on February 22nd, 2009 at 12:50 pm

    Phil, the first time I had a martini was at the age of 22, at New York’s Plaza Hotel. I ordered it because it seemed the sophisticated thing to do. I took one sip and thought it tasted like gasoline, so I ate the olive and gave the drink to my friend.

    That olive tasted really good.

  92. Phil Bebbington on February 22nd, 2009 at 2:03 pm

    well Cindy, I guess in many ways your assessment of the taste of neat Gin is quite accurate – I’m not sure what it says about me, but, I am more than happy to buy you Martinis all night – you just eat the olives and I’ll happily dispose of the nasty liquid for you!

  93. Cindy Scroggins on February 22nd, 2009 at 5:02 pm

    Thank you, hon, but I got over my aversion to the taste a long time ago. In fact, I’ll drink pretty much anything, as long as it has alcohol in it. (Well, I take that back–I can’t stand sweet drinks or most liqueurs. So, if you want to buy me those, I’ll happily play with the little umbrellas while you drink the sweet stuff for me!)

  94. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 22nd, 2009 at 5:12 pm

    The best martinis are when you take the jar of olives big fat olives and dump out all the olive water and fill the jar up with some good vodka and let ‘er sit for a while but not too long ‘cuz you’ll need to commence drinkin’ soon. I call them über dirties unless I’ve had a few and forgot how to make a proper umlaut in which case I just double-b it: ubber.

    Whose birthday is it today?

  95. Sheila Ryan on February 22nd, 2009 at 6:01 pm

    94 comments. 96 tears.

  96. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 22nd, 2009 at 6:10 pm
  97. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 22nd, 2009 at 6:13 pm
  98. Sheila Ryan on February 22nd, 2009 at 6:15 pm

    Owh — got-dam, Kathy! Mmmnh, mmmnh, mmmnh.

    And when the sun comes up, I’ll be on top
    You’ll be way down there lookin’ up
    And I might wave – Come up here -
    But I don’t see you wavin’ now

    Owh owh owh!

  99. Sheila Ryan on February 22nd, 2009 at 6:19 pm

    Ooh, I knew that second clip was from Where the Action Is even before I saw the super-title.

    Rudy Martinez. Owh! I’d fuck him in a Saginaw minute.

  100. Phil Bebbington on February 22nd, 2009 at 6:21 pm

    Cindy, I’m not into the sweet and sickly drinks either – but a Martini drinkin’ partner sounds sweet!

  101. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 22nd, 2009 at 6:23 pm

    Sheila, your birthday was yesterday. Stop offering to fuck everybody. Save a little something for next year, how ’bout it?

  102. Sheila Ryan on February 22nd, 2009 at 6:26 pm

    Yeah. I’ll settle down. (In a pig’s eye.)

  103. Phil Bebbington on February 22nd, 2009 at 6:28 pm

    Kathy, could we substitute that jar of Vodka for a jar of Gin easily? I mean, would I be committing some sort of cardinal sin or anything?

  104. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 22nd, 2009 at 6:39 pm

    We could. But I think it would be better to get two jars of olives (big fat olives) and do the Gin thing and the Vodka thing separately and try to maintain as much dignity as possible.

    It’s probably too late for the dignity part, isn’t it?

  105. Phil Bebbington on February 22nd, 2009 at 6:41 pm

    Oh, Kathy – I never inteded for no bastard mix – of course separate jars are essential!

  106. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 22nd, 2009 at 6:41 pm

    (psssst…. sheila…. i’d fuck rudy in a saginaw minute too, but MGS reads this clusterflock too and, well, you know…)

  107. Phil Bebbington on February 22nd, 2009 at 6:47 pm

    Damn, Kathy – I didn’t mean to hear that I just did. Does that mean I have to fuck Rudy as well? ‘In for a penny, in for a pound I say!’

  108. Kathy Hilen-Smith on February 22nd, 2009 at 6:58 pm

    Close your eyes and listen:
    You’re gonna cry ninety-six tears
    You’re gonna cry ninety-six tears
    You’re gonna cry cry, cry, cry, now
    You’re gonna cry cry, cry, cry
    Ninety-six tears c’mon and lemme hear you cry, now

    Okay you’re right. Maybe it won’t be so good for you.

  109. Sheila Ryan on February 22nd, 2009 at 8:31 pm

    Kathy. Kathy. It’s never too late for the dignity part. Not here.