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Monster©
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Username: Monster
Post Number: 3217
Registered: 7-2002
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 16, 2006 - 11:13 pm: | 
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Just made a toast to ya'....
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Jersey_Boy
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Username: Jersey_boy
Post Number: 858
Registered: 1-2006
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 16, 2006 - 11:18 pm: |
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Are you drinkin' Tower of London?
It's a good vintage, I think.
J.B. |
Monster©
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Username: Monster
Post Number: 3220
Registered: 7-2002
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 16, 2006 - 11:57 pm: |
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J.B., I haven't cracked that bottle open yet, waiting for the right time, like maybe a BBQ or something in the backyard with a few friends, present company included. |
Joanne G
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Username: Joanne
Post Number: 129
Registered: 10-2004
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 17, 2006 - 5:09 am: |
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You're both cruel - have been put on new anti-migraine meds that are also anti-epilepsy meds (i don't have epilepsy)and not only is that flashing MEAD patch too hard to take - I CAN'T BLOODY DRINK ALCOHOL FOR TWO MONTHS!!!!!!
SOMEONE please have a slivovitz for me!  |
Joanne G
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Username: Joanne
Post Number: 130
Registered: 10-2004
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 17, 2006 - 5:15 am: |
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Going home now - given it's MORNING over there, maybe you'd better not have any alcohol yet!!
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Monster©
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Username: Monster
Post Number: 3223
Registered: 7-2002
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 17, 2006 - 8:03 am: |
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make a note, no alcohol in the morning, unless one is having beer pancakes of course |
Nancy - LibraryLady
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Username: Librarylady
Post Number: 3454
Registered: 5-2001
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 17, 2006 - 8:34 am: |
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But somewhere it's drinking time , Joanne, just not for you and me. 
Feel better real soon! |
Joanne G
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Username: Joanne
Post Number: 131
Registered: 10-2004
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 17, 2006 - 9:07 am: |
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I feel really well now - these aren't 'floating merrily' meds, more anti-spasmodics (?!that doesn't sound right). They're prescribed as a preventtive measure in my case, to stop the whatever from forming my daily migraines that lead me to munch codeine like it's the food equivalent of the letter 'e'. The only real effect I've noticed is that the physical sense of over-congestion inside my head has eased almost totally, virtually overnight, and my ears have unblocked after a year. I am even thinking again - which may prove dangerous!
It's National Volunteer Week over here this week, and today we held a barbecue for about 500 people on the footpath (pavement) outside our office - not too ikky as it's grassed and there's a tree (plus a Mcdonald's ['Maccas' in Aussie slang] nextdoor for the faint-of-heart!). We set up tables, chairs, balloons, cooked outside, weather was perfect. We gave the volunteers a carnation each (even the men), and a balloon, and chocolates. The media came. Maccas' people came. People came from the government offices on the other side came. So it was good exposure for our not-for-profit. But I surely did need that alcoholic beverage when I finally knocked off work 4 hours after everyone else had gone home!!!!! |
Soda
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Username: Soda
Post Number: 3948
Registered: 5-2001
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 17, 2006 - 11:51 am: |
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Slivovitz has a major role in one of my favorite family rituals, played out at major occasions (weddings, baby-namings, brisses, birthday/anniversary parties, religous holidays, or when a hat drops) by my brothers-in-law, my wife's cousins, and myself. It's a male bonding game called "Who Left?", and it works this way: After a meal, four to six players sit around a table, in the center of which is a bottle or two of Slivovitz. Each player is issued a shot glass, and the oldest player opens the first bottle and pours himself a drink, downing it within twenty seconds of the pour, then loudly saying "Slivovitz!". Then the bottle is passed to the left, and each player in succession repeats the process. When a player feels sleepy, sick, or otherwise unable to continue the game within the alloted timespan, he must leave the table. The game continues until there is only one player left at the table. To be officially proclaimed the Winner, that player must, within the next twenty seconds, drink one more shot, properly pronounce "Slivovitz!", and then the full name of each player who has left the table.
I've never won.
-s. |
Joanne G
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Username: Joanne
Post Number: 132
Registered: 10-2004
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 17, 2006 - 5:12 pm: |
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When my uncles (on dad's side) were still alive, at any family gahtering there'd be the obligatory bottle - and also a bottle of kummel *shudder*, avocaat *double shudder*, and home-made cherry brandy which made the avocaat drinkable in a mix we kids called 'pimples' for obvious reasons. The menfolk seemed to have fairly similar tippling rituals interspersed with a German-derived multi-player card game called Banko?? Too much liqueur seemed to make the card game rules increasingly flexible and incomprehensible; the memories are sweet and I still can't play cards!!!
Anyways, around about ages 9 to 13 I seemed to be the only person able to hold more than 5 shots of slivovitz down (The menfolk were probably all on heart meds by then!!). Have no idea if that would still be the case. I hardly ever drink alcohol now and I used to be a Jameson's girl in my heady single days 18 yrs ago. Still, on heavy stressful work days I have this mental image of me coming home to a small satisfying shot of something full textured, and yesterday only powerful brandy would do. You all corrupt me!  |
Monster©
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Username: Monster
Post Number: 3234
Registered: 7-2002
| | Posted on Wednesday, May 17, 2006 - 7:08 pm: |
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