Bock Worn Out From Overdoing It
Posted on Tuesday, July 10, 2007The excesses of the weekend have finally caught up with me.
A train ride to Dublin to see the Wrinklies perform, followed by late-night carousing (chez Paddy), followed by another train journey home, just in time to go on another carousing session to help a Warrior Princess celebrate a big birthday.
It just catches up, you know? It just does.
I’m shattered from the excess of it all, and it’s not as if there were any Latvian hookers, brown mescaline or even Wild Turkey involved.
No.
I can’t even write the usual meaningless drivel here for you to sneer at. That’s what staying up late singing will do to you.
My advice is, whatever about the mescaline, the Latvians and the whiskey, stay away from the late singing if you want to be all right in a few days.
Stumble it!
July 10th, 2007
What, no drivel?!
Ah, go on…
July 11th, 2007
hell, sugar…i just post a youtube video when i’m that bad off ;)
July 11th, 2007
What’s your party piece, Bock?
July 11th, 2007
Conan: Oh, all right then.
Savannah: I did.
Mairéad: I’ve been known to sing (?) among other things the Late John Garfield Blues.
July 11th, 2007
You really like Latvian hookers, don’t you? You keep bringing them up.
July 12th, 2007
Well, Sassy, Latvian hookers are ok, but only if you have a plentiful supply of brown mescaline and Wild Turkey.
Oh, and a Magnum .44.
And a verandah.
And a rocking chair.
And critters.