What Did She Say?

Long time readers (ha!) will have noticed that Katy hasn’t written one of her famous She Said posts in a while. These entries are usually a retort to something that I’ve previously posted. So why haven’t we seen one? Is it because she’s agreed with everything I’ve said for the past few months? I doubt it. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t realize how much all (four of) you readers depend on her for entertainment, information, and inspiration. In the comments for this post, please take a moment to send a shout out to Katy. You can tell her you love her, suggest a post topic, or just say hi.

She Said: The Unbearable Lightness of Hangovers

The book party was a triumph of the human spirit, a veritable cornucopia of perfection.

The next morning, however, was a macabre nightmare of horrification and woe. 

I have discovered in my advancing years that my resiliance in the face of hard liquor is not as impressive as it used to be. In the good old days it took 4 bottles of tequila, 7 shots of Johnny Walker, and a couple of cases of Nat-y Light just to wake me up. Now, a sip of cherry cordial lands me ass up in the neighbors rock garden pondering the collapse of communism and its contribution to the lack of racial diversity in gangsta rap videos.

Okay, big fat lie. I have never been a heavy drinker. In the good old days, though, a few drinks would not have incapacitated me the next day like they do now. On Saturday I had 3 Crown-n-Cokes and 2 beers….Over an 8 hour period. Yes, that's right. I said 8 HOURS. I was also eating heavily throughout the evening. To top it off I drank at least 3 glasses of water and took 3 tylenol before hitting the sack.

So, what happened to me on Sunday?

I won't go too far into the more colorful moments of the morning, but I will say that I was unable to eat a meal until about 7pm. I also took 4 separate and distinct naps throughout the day to overcome the headache and body pains. My only consolation was that my brother-in-law was at least as bad off as I was. There is, somehow, less shame in knowing that you are sharing your self-inflicted misery with others. Sick and sad, but utterly true.

So, this is really a shout out to Mike. Thanks for being there with me brother. It was heartening to know that I wasn't the only idiot in the bunch too blitzed to Just Say No. See you at the Alley Bar for Thirsty Thursday!!

Katy

She Said: Gluten-Free in Aught Six

A few posts down you may have noticed my dear, darling husband’s glowing praise of the “Walking Taco.” Lest any of the readers of this site continue to believe that our switch away from gluten lead us right into the bottom of a Frito bag, the wife would like to clarify a few things.

Let me start by stating, for the internet record, I like Walking Taco. Do I love it? No. Do I think about it early in the afternoon with anticipation of the evening meal to come? Certainly not. Do I even eat it with Fritos? Ah…..no. It is hard to claim that my version of the Walking Taco is anything, but a taco salad. I use totilla chips, taco meat, cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, and sour cream. Put it all in a bowl and viola! But, is that a Walking Taco or a taco salad?

Now, let’s take a look at what my husband does. He uses Fritos, taco meat, and cheese. Put is all in a bowl and viola! Wait!! What?!? Did I say bowl? Why yes….yes, indeed I did. The whole point of calling it a Walking Taco is because you can walk with it all contained in your little Frito Snack bag.

I ask you, people of the internet, is this a true Walking Taco or just a sorry attempt for my husband to remove the word “salad” from anything he consumes?