Ha! That was my signature move in my early 20's. There one minute then gone like a fart in the wind.
I'm terribly sorry but I do not understand.
Do you mean that you start the evening with so called "friends" and then you just disapear without elementary civilities? And also being proud about it?
Ha! That was my signature move in my early 20's. There one minute then gone like a fart in the wind.
I'm terribly sorry but I do not understand.
Do you mean that you start the evening with so called "friends" and then you just disapear without elementary civilities? And also being proud about it?
I think you were there RB when we talked about this on Skype and I referred to it as the "Irish Goodbye". I think a proper goodbye should always be in order for the most part...family gatherings we used to all hug each other goodbye. Leaving a bar, of course you say farewell. But if I was drunk at a party with a lot of people and I have that moment where I suddenly realize I have to get the hell home before I pass out, I have been known to take that window of opportunity to just bail without a word. Or maybe I might tell a friend that I was heading out but I'm not going to alert the entire party about my exit. But this is A. mainly because I'm wasted and I need to leave immediately and B. if you start telling people goodbye, they start in with the "awww man, stay for another drink" or drunk people just keep talking to you where you can't escape and I'm way too drunk to deal with all that if I'm at that critical stage. My well-being is far more important than drunkard civilities, in my opinion at least.
On Skype however, I agree it is rude if you can't just say a quick goodbye before you hang up. Just a simple "I gotta go, drunkards" before you click the call away. Sometimes if there's a lot of people on the call all talking at once, it is difficult to say goodbye, but you can at least wave goodbye at everyone at least.
Our beloved and departed mistah willies always said one must give a proper goodbye and in true gentlemen's spirit, he exited always with a drink in hand and a cheers, and I'm glad that is our last memory of him instead of him randomly hanging up on us.
Hiking. I never want to hike again. Every time in recent history that I've agreed to do it, I regret it mid-hike every single time. Don't any of you ask me to hike 'cause I won't.
Hiking. I never want to hike again. Every time in recent history that I've agreed to do it, I regret it mid-hike every single time. Don't any of you ask me to hike 'cause I won't.
Dude, wanna go hiking later this week? I'll be bringing Cheez Its and purple MD/2020 so it'll be regret free.
Hiking. I never want to hike again. Every time in recent history that I've agreed to do it, I regret it mid-hike every single time. Don't any of you ask me to hike 'cause I won't.
Dude, wanna go hiking later this week? I'll be bringing Cheez Its and purple MD/2020 so it'll be regret free.
Yes! Yes I do! But only for the Cheez-Its.
I think I'd regret the purple MD/2020 over the hike. If I had to make a choice, I'd begrudgingly take the hike.
Everything I thought of was related to the ancient history of me. Like, I'll never drink Boones Farm "wine" again, and I most especially will not add it to a soup my friend and I concocted one drunken night, with frozen spinach, carrots, and potatoes, and a bunch of other vegetables. It was so vile, that I think it could have qualified as a controlled substance in fourteen or fifteen states, And probably as toxic waste in three or four. Do not cook when drunk.
Everything I thought of was related to the ancient history of me. Like, I'll never drink Boones Farm "wine" again, and I most especially will not add it to a soup my friend and I concocted one drunken night, with frozen spinach, carrots, and potatoes, and a bunch of other vegetables. It was so vile, that I think it could have qualified as a controlled substance in fourteen or fifteen states, And probably as toxic waste in three or four. Do not cook when drunk.
Ha! That was my signature move in my early 20's. There one minute then gone like a fart in the wind.
I'm terribly sorry but I do not understand.
Do you mean that you start the evening with so called "friends" and then you just disapear without elementary civilities? And also being proud about it?
I think you were there RB when we talked about this on Skype and I referred to it as the "Irish Goodbye". I think a proper goodbye should always be in order for the most part...family gatherings we used to all hug each other goodbye. Leaving a bar, of course you say farewell. But if I was drunk at a party with a lot of people and I have that moment where I suddenly realize I have to get the hell home before I pass out, I have been known to take that window of opportunity to just bail without a word. Or maybe I might tell a friend that I was heading out but I'm not going to alert the entire party about my exit. But this is A. mainly because I'm wasted and I need to leave immediately and B. if you start telling people goodbye, they start in with the "awww man, stay for another drink" or drunk people just keep talking to you where you can't escape and I'm way too drunk to deal with all that if I'm at that critical stage. My well-being is far more important than drunkard civilities, in my opinion at least.
On Skype however, I agree it is rude if you can't just say a quick goodbye before you hang up. Just a simple "I gotta go, drunkards" before you click the call away. Sometimes if there's a lot of people on the call all talking at once, it is difficult to say goodbye, but you can at least wave goodbye at everyone at least.
Our beloved and departed mistah willies always said one must give a proper goodbye and in true gentlemen's spirit, he exited always with a drink in hand and a cheers, and I'm glad that is our last memory of him instead of him randomly hanging up on us.
I think we should consult Miss Manners about this.
When I was a little girl, I rode on a parking lot carnival ride called the Tilt-a-Whirl. We stood in metal enclosures that would have held a grown man and a guy with a can of beer and a cigarette hanging off his lip clicked a chain in front of us that might have contained Fat Albert. The ride began to spin, then it began to tilt, until we were spinning in the air vertically. It cost me a whole quarter. I was a very small eight-year-old girl, and when I stepped off the ride, I had to be careful not to step in all the piles of vomit. A few years later, I went on Magic Mountain's first roller coaster. What I mostly noticed was all the trash along the route. Never happen at Uncle Walt's place. Still later I went on Knott's corkscrew, and later Elitch Gardens shaky wooden roller coaster. I believe I briefly passed out, though my uncle spent the entire trip screaming in my ear. Today, I might be persuaded to go on Space Mountain again, but perhaps not. My mother went on the coasters at POP and the Pike. I think my thrill ride days are over.