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Cheers ‘n’ Jeers
By briantologist | August 26, 2003
After some reflection on the evening out last night in celebration of my birthday, some thanks and other sentiments are in order, a la “TV Guide”:
Cheers: To the Brookside Bar, for mixing some seriously potent and tasty White Russians. Though I kind of wish you hadn’t. I kind of wish you’d only sold low-point beer to us last night, but I suppose some responsibility must lie with the drinking parties.
Cheers: To Jimmy Jam, for being so kind as to buy me booze on my birthday.
Jeers: To Jimmy Jam, for buying me what appeared to be a coffee mug full of Jaegermeister and a goddamn boilermaker on my birthday. What are we, coal miners here? Jesus.
Cheers: To The Cheat, for driving me home, even if it took me about fifteen minutes this morning to figure out how I got here.
Jeers: To the Brookside Bar, for selling boilermakers and salad bowls full of Jaegermonster to a guy like Jimmy Jam. Seriously, guys, you’ve been open for 60 years. You should know his type by now.
Cheers: To Agent Foxxy Boxing, for being as drunk as I was. And for curing my hiccups.
Cheers: To Oh-Oh, The Anime Monkey, for inventing and shouting the phrase “KITTEN TRAIN! KITTEN TRAIN!” to keep me from vomiting immediately after said boilermaker/Jaeger-kiddie pool ingestion.
In closing, it seems that somewhere along the way, in celebrating our respective birthdays, we’ve crossed some line between lighthearted fun and trying to kill each other with shots purchased specifically with cruelty in mind. I say this and remember Jimmy Jam’s birthday, and all the god-awful shots I poured down him then. (Was that his birthday, or was that a Wednesday?) Somewhere along the way it started being about equal parts fun and vengeance. I think we may have to call some kind of truce here.
Finally, Cheers: To me, going to class and work today, regardless of my actual productivity. At least I’m a trooper about something.
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