Dear Essy,
Beaky has asked me to tell you that she would like your picture. She would also like you to know that if you will buy her a ticket to Chicago or Boston as well as 3 glasses of wine and 2 Ultimate Margaritas from Fridays she will ride you like you were a wild stallion. She is intrigued by your tallness and shoe size.
Ordinarily I wouldn't post such things, but she was insistent. And singing loudly and off-key in my car*.
I should mention that she was also quite drunk, which was nearly entirely my fault. Drunken Beaky's are really very amusing.
*So was I, and I have no excuse.
posted by SuperKate @ 9:15 PM
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Curse my limited capacity for expenditure! I have been trying to locate a decent pic (I'm sure one exists somewhere) for some time now. Suffice to say, when I manage one, she is more than welcome to it, and I'd certainly like the same from her, though me giving her mine isn't contingent on it. Beaky is, by all measure currently available to me, thouroughly awesome, and were it in my means I'd fly her out here post haste.
Wow. I never get offers like that. :)
When you first started discussing how you wanted Essy to make you howl with delight, I jokingly said I would tell him. But then you became insistent. I asked several times if you reall REALLY wanted me to tell him, and you kept saying yes. What kind of friend would I have been not to have acquiesced to your desires? ;0)
Anyway, I've got to get you on wine more often. It's terribly amusing. Although you should probably be kept away from cute waiters as you tend to talk about them quite loudly when then are near by.
I just took a pic of myself with my cameraphone. It hardly counts as far as this matter is concerned, but I'm going to put it on my profile to put a face, if a low resolution and poorly framed one, on the madness. I am still going to look for a decent "real" photo to (a) send to you (and Kate due to the possibility that we might meet up when we're both in New England in June) and (b) to prove (mostly to myself... I'm weird about photos) that one does in fact exists.
I should find out what I'm like wine-drunk. So far I've been rum-drunk, vodka-drunk, beer-drunk, and rum-vodka-and-champagne drunk. (It was a party, I decided to mix rum, coke, vodka, and Grenadine to delightful results and when they popped the cork on champagne bottles at 1 and 2 am for no apparent reason they poured it into my glass. the addition of champagne) I ended up doing a drunken rendition of Man Who Sold the World which was surprisingly well-recieved. Its entirely possible that it was the spectacle rather than the performance.
As I age (heh heh), I'm discovering that wine drunk is very nearly my favorite drunk. Screwdriver drunk is still the best though, although I think this is just because I have so many happy screwdriver-drunk-memories. Of course, I also have lots of puking-'til-I-hate-myself-and-want-to-curl-up-and-die screwdriver-drunk-memories as well. Somehow I forget about those though. Life is strange like that.
Anyway, as of yet, I have never puked on wine. Unless you count the ageing-Australian-rolling-down-the-hill-in-Siena day. Which I don't because while it did start with wine, the puking didn't start until almost 12 hours later. And more importantly after the grappa, vodka, limoncello, Jack Daniela, capiroshkas, beer, and Marlboro Reds.
Daniela being Daniels. I can't type today.
heh. that'll do it.
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