25 June 2006

Well, Really....

I'm rather peeved by this:

You Are Tequilla

When you drink, you're serious about getting drunk!
You'll take any shot that's offered up to you...
Even if it tastes like sock sweat!
And you're never afraid of eating the worm.


It's fairly obvious that the program threw out this erroneous little assumption based on my dislike for sweet, syrupy drinks, and, ahem, the thing about throwing up on the bar.

Just because a girl can chunder with the best of them when a double vodka mickey gets slipped into her seventh snakebite, it doesn't mean I'd swallow down old socks, or bite worms. Really, a lady has standards, you know.

Yes, it was a long time ago, when I and my liver were younger and found it easier to bounce back. Yes I recovered sufficiently to threaten the fun-boy responsible, to strut in a scary-lady fashion around the pool room brandishing two halves of a screw-threaded snooker cue in such a way that even though it belonged to him, he didn't dare ask for it back, and then even to pass the ultimate 'Oh God I'm drunk and he's looking at me' test and to do the grand exit thing and strut off down the road in a haughty, disdainful manner with all the prescence of Cher, on cheap stiletto boots that could snap an ankle while the world spinned and I fought the desire to let my stomach reprise the clear out. So Ha.

10 comments:

Le laquet said...

I am a martini!

Miss Cellania said...

I am rum.

Sixteen men on a dead man's chest! Yo ho ho and a bottleof rum.

Rain said...

I'm Absinthe! that's very serious isn't it?

Gerald Ford said...

I got "Sex on the Beach"...please don't ask. ;p

beckyboop said...

I used to be a shot of Jack Daniel's. I had a hell of a bite. I still have a hell of a bite every once and a while but now I'm vodka and cranberry juice. (I know...poo, poo, poo.)

Stegbeetle said...

I am a Whiskey, apparently. Whether or not they know that spelt "ey" at the end makes it Irish (Whiskey)rather than Scotch (Whisky) I don't know.

I can live with that though.

Raggedy said...

I am a martini. Have a wonderful day!

Two Stops from Action Town said...

You haven't changed much then.

Cheryl said...

Dear Two Stops

Funnily, my life as a Christian mother of four in Dead-End By Sea has been so sedate that part of my heart attack recovery involves increasing my alcoholic intake yo five units of red a week, until which time it was more like two a fortnight.
I only find/found alcohol attractive when trapped with company that isn't; basically.

:-)

:P fuzzbox said...

I was tequila also. Woo Hoo.