What Would Aubrey Do?

Word of the Day

I am just feeling this word today, the definition is courtesy of the Urban Dictionary:

Schnockered

The state of being while drinking where one is one level above drunk but one level below throwing up. Characteristics of being schnockered: Realization of being drunk but still denying it, delusions of being able to beat up someone who outweighs you by 50 pounds, realization that you will puke later and ordering a second round of shots anyway, buying the bar, etc.
God, you were so schnockered last night!
I feel like getting schnockered.
I'd feel better if I could just throw up...(hence, they are schnockered).

My own example sentence is as follows:
                Tonight, Michele may show up to a date schnockered.

The Warm Fuzzies

As a love bear, I appreciate people feel the warm fuzzies for other people more than most.  I enjoy feeling them myself on occasion, like when I sip the beautiful amber liquid of Bacardi Gold and it warm fuzzies my insides.  But the love between a bear and her rum isn't quite the same as the stomach flippy warm fuzzies that my girls can feel for boys in their lives.  It seems like quite some time since the ladies were having these feelings and I like seeing it. 

What I don't like seeing is the denying of feelings or the rationalization of them.  The warm fuzzies are NOT rational.  You can't control them and you really shouldn't try.  Just feel the warm fuzzies in your soul, but don't forget your head.

In the meantime, if you haven't found human induced warm fuzzies, I recommend you drink rum.

Random Thoughts

Just a few things I've noticed or thought about in the past few days.....Karaoke on a Friday night might seem like a good idea, but you better have a reservation.  Just because something goes well once, doesn't necessarily means there needs to be a repeat performance.  Some things warrant repeat performances (like rum), but it's possible they never get them (unlike rum).  Never go to a baseball game with a man in uniform, unless your liver resembles mine.  Grand Central is NOT Penn Station, aka...read emails carefully.  Use your words, not your hands.  Drink Rum. 

Tonight Your Mine

I love drinking on a Thursday, it is Special Thursday 'tini Time for my girls. Tonight, Eric joined us and the usual bar decided to not give us happy hour prices. It is nice to have someone who gets what we do at the drinking table.  Then, I got to drink on a rooftop in LIC and it had an amazing view.  I love seeing the city from afar because it means the possibilties are endless.  Go NYC! 

My Time With the Admiral

I didn't do anything this weekend.  Everyone else did stuff.  There was a trip to Great Adventure.  There were dates.  There was wine.  There was a brunch that I should have been at but Michele isn't the brightest!  But basically, while everyone else was out doing stuff (but not 'doing this'), I was kicking it old school with my friend the Admiral.  Perhaps there will be more time spent with seaworthy men next weekend...if not pirates, then at least rum drinkers.  Drink Rum.

I'm So Excited!

I cannot wait to get out of the city!  I need some fresh air and quiet so badly.  Don't get me wrong, I am a city bear through and through but everyone needs to escape the city every once and awhile. There is something about being in the middle of nowhere for a weekend that can really recharge a bear.  It's one hour before I can leave work and I have ants in my pants.  It's like the night before Rummas!  I keep hoping my little rum flask will calm me down but it just gets me more excited.  Oh, rum flask.  I love my rum flask.