On hangovers

IS “BEER BEFORE LIQUOR, NEVER SICKER; LIQUOR BEFORE BEER, NEVER FEAR” TRUE?

The biggest problem with this rhyme is that nobody seems to remember how it goes. Plus, there is no research to prove or disprove it. One theory suggests that the carbonation in beer causes increased alcohol absorption. But there is no evidence behind the theory. Simply put, the more you drink, the sicker you get.

It doesn’t have anything to do with which order you chug your beer or wine. And the hellacious hangover is caused mainly by dehydration and interrupted sleep.

Urban Word of the Day

Who knew?!
I could probably go with these. I still miss nicotine all these years later ….
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Urban Word of the Day
http://www.urbandictionary.com

November 09, 2006:

nicotini

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=nicotini&defid=1952548

An alcoholic drink that includes nicotine as an ingredient. Usually made with vodka in which tobacco has been soaked. Generally billed as an alternative for smokers in smoke-free establishments.

After the citywide smoking ban came into effect, my only option was to drink an occasional nicotini while barhopping.

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I realize this is vaguely lame, yet here it is, blogged by me.
Yeah, need another glass of wine.

I’m drinking a nice little inexpensive Hahn ’04 Pinot Noir and eating home grown tomatoes (not grown by me, of course or they’d be inedible) and snacky Hot Punjabi Mix for dinner. The mix is is a hot (obviously) Indian vegetarian mix consisting mostly of garbanzos and things made with garbanzo flour shaped into … things. And some raisins, peanuts, and various other sundry assorted foodstuffs coated liberally with chili powder. It’s quite good, but has overpowered the hell out of my benign little Pinot.

AhCHOOO

This morning I’m doing the 151 Rum cure a la Tony (sister’s POSSLQ). He said to drizzle that stuff down your throat and it will cure the sore throat and anything else that ails ya.

I think it probably cauterizes any open wounds and then makes you not really care whether you are sick or not.

Sister K was going to try it and waited too long – and it melted the plastic glass she was using to drink it from. Good story and true! :):)

And on a positive note, I’d have to say my throat feels a little better.

Saturday Morning

Here I am, up at the crack of dawn. It doesn’t matter that we polished off a bottle of Jameson’s last night. I’m up bright and early anyway. That’s one of the [many] things I hate about getting older. I always wake up early. Don’t need no steenkeen alarm clock. I’ll be able to take a nap later, but not yet, dammit.

I wanted to get up early, anyway. I tried to switch hosting companies yesterday and discovered to my horror [naturally AFTER I paid them a huge sum of money for two years of hosting] that their setup doesn’t allow using names for email addresses in the individual domains. Very lame. Like I’m ever going to be able to get Peggy to use m994672s@ardeajewelery as an acceptable email address. Yes, I could set it up so it would look okay to her in her LookOut!, but it would never fly as webmail. My bad for not doing the research, I guess. But I refuse to use GoDaddy like the rest of the universe seems to be doing. There’s something about that company that just creeps me out.

Thursday Thirteen – 13 Things I Did in Las Vegas Last Weekend


Thirteen Things I Did in Las Vegas

1. Rode the Manhattan Express Roller Coaster. It was at the top of New York, New York and was *very* dramatic. I rode with some strange kid since T and K were riding together and mom didn’t wanna come (what was she thinking, passing up an opportunity like that??

  • 4777 feet of track
  • Max height of 203 feet
  • Drops of 144 feet
  • Speeds of up to 67 mph

It simulates a barrel roll in a fighter, rolling 180 degrees, hanging 86 feet in the air, and then diving back under itself. What a screamer! I was hoarse for 3 days, partly from that, partly from screaming at the near nekkid men in the male nude revue Thunder From Down Under.

2. Saw nekkid men in a bunch at the previously mentioned Thunder From Down Under All Male Revue. It was different. I think I liked Chippendales better, but that was twenty years ago and I was younger and thinner and didn’t think twice about sticking my tongue down one of the dancer’s throats. And stuffing money right where you think I did. Yikes! Talk about going to DampPanty City on a fast boat!
Where was I? Oh yeah, the TFDU show. I was there with my 73 year old mother and my sister and her boyfriend, an odd set of people to watch with, you have to admit. Mom and I both liked it, my sis had a headache and wasn’t too into the experience anyway, for reasons unknown to me. The boyfriend was just being an incredibly good sport.
The most fun and naughty feeling at the show came from taking covert pictures with my Treo in the NO PHOTOS show. 🙂
Also, watching the boys made me feel like I was robbing the cradle, which I most certainly could have done. Hey, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!

3. I shopped in P. Diddy’s store. There were jeans there, nothing special except for the initials on the back pocket: a swirly S C. (Sean Combs is P. Diddy’s real name, in case you’ve been in a closet for the last few years). The frikkin’ jeans were $198. I’m not making that up. I didn’t buy them. I did buy a t-shirt that was not SC merchandise, from the WPT which had squirrels on it and said, “I got my nut in Las Vegas” (a nut being a pair of aces).

4. Rode train after train after train. It was the Great Train Weekend. And me never ever riding a train before except the Metro in DC once a million years ago.
I rode the Blue Line train from the downtown LA office to Long Beach where mom lives, after finishing up the installation there. Flew to Las Vegas, then rode a train in the Las Vegas airport just to get our damned luggage. [side note: I HATE that airport] Then we saw Train on Letterman Friday night. Then we rode the Metro train in LV up and down the track, just because we could. And then I did it again later in the day to meet up with K and T.

5. Stayed in Paris. Nice hotel, but sorta spendy for my budget. Great food in every food outlet in the building, though. Really exceptional. I had a duck BLT for lunch one day – awesome!

6. Rode an elevator to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. That was less fun than it sounds. It was way cold and windy on the top and took all the joy out of sightseeing from there, plus we were in sort of a hurry because it was time to checkout of the hotel.

7. Flew on Jet Blue. That was a first. It was a lot nicer than SouthWorst, which is my usual choice. More leg and ass room, better nosh, and it even had little TVs on the backs of the chairs. I didn’t try mine because a) it was a short flight and b) tv ain’t really my thang, anyway. I had the Shuffle on.

8. Stopped at an actual Oxygen Bar. I didn’t know there was such a thing. It was a tiny bit dorky (or maybe a lot). T bought, mostly to expose us old farts to something new, I think. Side note: T is older than I am, but seems to have a youthful outlook. The Oxygen Bar actually sobered me up, which was a waste of good booze, if you ask me. Tony, er, T, I mean, said that all the casinos pump pure oxygen through the buildings to keep people awake. Isn’t that weird? Tony did one more first for us – he introduced mom and I to …

9. Jello Shots. Yes. We had our choice of Tequila in Lime or Vodka in Cherry, so I had both. They actually sucked, in that I could mostly only taste the bad jello food coloring/fake flavor. Damn! I will have to make some here, with good jello and good booze. Patron Jello Shooters. That will probably go down as a major travesty in the annals of Patron drinking. I don’t think mom liked them much better than I did. I can’t remember if Kathy had tried jello shooters prior to our little UnderGround Casino adventure.
I don’t know where we were, some basement in a casino. Probably MGM Grand, or possibly NY,NY. Or the Excalibur.

10. Rode on a magic carpet at the Luxor and have the DVD to prove it. That was by far the best money we spent while we were there. What a hoot! I wish I could figure out how to make a DVD available on this blog. Or not. Anyway, I highly recommend it if you’re in the Luxor, speaking of which: I liked the Luxor, it had a nice feel, but I didn’t spend much time on the casino floor so I can’t vouch for that part. T and I went on a virtual ride there, called the Search for the Obelisk. It sucked major ass wind. I mean, it was totally dumb. Whew. That was maybe the worst money we spent there, with the possible exception of …

11. Nearly barfed at the buffet at Orleans. Don’t go there. Why we went on in there, seeing no one in line when we had other choices is beyond me. Live and learn. We coulda had great food at Al’s Oyster Bar. They had some nice pasta dishes, and the oysters were divine. T and I split a dozen while K watched and tried not to hurl.

12. K and I went on a virtual roller coaster in one of the kids parts of one of the casinos. It was kind of fun (moreso than the Obelisk, fer sure) but the scariest part about it was all the crud on the rail that we had to hang on to. Blech!

13. For number 13, here are some things I *didn’t* do in Vegas: I didn’t play any cards the whole time I was there. How weird is that? Didn’t ever get particularly shit-faced, either, although I had a buzz going a good portion of the time. Didn’t fight with mom. Didn’t get too turned around the whole time, location-wise. That was really different. All in all, a pretty fun three days.

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The Wedding

Well, my friend got married yesterday. The wedding was at her and the groom’s house that they bought together about six months ago. It’s a beautiful place, in Granite Bay, in the hills. Very chi-chi multi-million dollar homes, hers included.

She had plastic surgery on her face a few weeks ago. Brave to do that before your wedding …. The cheek implants were a big mistake, she looks like a chipmunk now. Maybe they’re still swollen. I hope so. The nose is perfect, but I didn’t remember to look at her brows. They must not have been very tweaked. I asked Bob if he noticed the difference in her face, but all he could see was the DD bustline. He said that particular surgery showed a whole lot more than anything on her face. I think he approved. Bob is so damned male sometimes. You know what kills me about the face, though? She was beautiful before the surgery. She needed plastic surgery on her face less than most people. I guess I must have seen something different than she did when she looked in the mirror.

The whole place was beautiful. There were a lot of people, maybe 75. Sadly, they were nearly all better dressed than we were, because my damned friend said it was Very Casual, and that she and the Tank were changing into jeans as soon as the ceremony concluded. Many people were in dresses and heels and suits. There were a few others in jeans, but I felt like I stuck out like a sore thumb. Could have been worse, but not by much. I’m not that comfortable in a crowd I don’t know, anyway. Being underdressed just accentuated the uneasiness for me.

My friend Bev was there, and our old meeting planner Marge and one of her friends. It was nice to see Marge again, we’re going to do lunch sometime in the near future. Of course we always say that, but … Bev was the model of self control. I don’t know where she gets the strength. She passed up all the juicy hors de ‘oerves [how in the bloody hell do you spell that???] and only had one drink the entire time. She’s my hero.

There was an open bar, with an actual bartender and helpers. They were pouring Patron Silver, and Grey Goose, and Bombay, and I don’t remember what else. Very top shelf. I was impressed. Bob and I drank Tequila Sunrises. I haven’t had one of those in years. We’re usually more the scotch-rocks type.

We had a couple of drinks, and then the buffet was opened. There was some sort of strange but delicious salad with green beans and tiny red potatoes and peppers, thick slices of tender tri-tip with Fabulous white corn salsa, pork tenderloin medallions, and some sweet potato and carrot and ? dish that was delicious and certainly supplied everyone’s beta carotene for the day. Pretty much the best buffet food I’ve ever had. Seriously. They must have spent a *lot* of money to throw this shindig.

In the car on the way out, we saw wild turkeys, three hens, across the street in the neighbors lawn. That was a first for me. I got a picture, but if I make it small enough to fit here, it will be hard to see. I’ll do it anyway.

turkeys