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The day to be Jesus
Well, that was quite an evening. Much to talk about, but right now I am running on fumes, so I'll just leave you with one image: Less than an hour ago, Nuphy and I hustling up the street to the bus stop for the southbound Clark. As we hit the slope between Ashland and Clark (one of the few blocks in Chicago with a noticeable grade), his previously semi-controlled weaving becomes more hazardous until he finally asks me, "Wow, what did I have?"
"Dude, you had like three ouzos!"
"And he tried all three Scotches," pointed out![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu when I recounted the incident some minutes later. It's been quite a while since I've seen the little old man that trashed. And the mild-mannered Nova Scotian from upstairs was matching him drink for drink until all the GWO and I could do was move the breakables out of harm's way then sit back and observe them with a mixture of bemusement and alarm. "If he asks for my contact information," Nuphy advised me before getting on the bus, "give it to him. I think we'd be good for each other." Yeah, wonder if our other dinner guest--his wife--would also see it that way.
"Dude, you had like three ouzos!"
"And he tried all three Scotches," pointed out
monshu when I recounted the incident some minutes later. It's been quite a while since I've seen the little old man that trashed. And the mild-mannered Nova Scotian from upstairs was matching him drink for drink until all the GWO and I could do was move the breakables out of harm's way then sit back and observe them with a mixture of bemusement and alarm. "If he asks for my contact information," Nuphy advised me before getting on the bus, "give it to him. I think we'd be good for each other." Yeah, wonder if our other dinner guest--his wife--would also see it that way.