23 Jan 2009

Don't Ever Let Him Bartend

Last night I had a project to work on and ended up bringing my laptop to bed with me. As soon as I finished the last sentence of copy, I was OUT - completely zonked and instantly asleep. All evening, Patrick hung out in the living room watching TV and doing whatever it is that boys do when they have the home to themselves.

I've just found out what that was.

Around 4:30am, my husband ungracefully crawled into bed, waking me up in the process. I decided to get up to use the washroom and when I did, Patrick weakly asked if I could get him a Rolaid. I got him one, he ate it, started snoring immediately and I knew my window for sleep was over. I decided to go make myself some tea and found this in the kitchen:

That would be a bottle of mezcal (it's like tequila), Starbucks Coffee Liqueur and the glass that once bound this monstrosity together. If he hasn't yet named his cocktail, I might suggest "The-Very-Bad-Idea-tini"

Rolaids, indeed.

I should probably go to the liquor store and get some real booze before he starts mixing the Triple Sec with Listerine.


A Hot Pink Petticoat 11:37 am, January 23, 2009  

haha .. what a riot.
an engineer by any chance?

Anonymous,  6:06 pm, January 24, 2009  

This. Is. The greatest.

Jen 5:08 pm, January 26, 2009  

Alison - nope, not an engineer. He's in market research. Maybe he was testing something out for a doomed client ...

Anonymous,  10:17 am, February 05, 2009  

Classic. At least he didn't ask you to make him a sandwich - that would have been cliché.

Oh Patrick, what were you thinking?!

Anonymous,  12:16 pm, July 06, 2011  

That's called a Brave Bull:



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