If you guys are listening, this would be a good one. I have not been more freaked out by a person in my entire life and she has a book that you should read. I'm visualizing this and projecting it into universe, please. She has millions of followers, she made a cult using youtube, it's the weirdest most horrific thing I've experienced.
Putting a lot of miles on it. I know the big names but I'd love to get personal stories.
I do door to door sales type work so I need a city at least as big as Memphis. I already went to Nashville last year, St Louis isn't a bad drive? Oklahoma is only about 7 hours and probably a pretty drive through the park. Or Kansas city? Both of the last 2 options means I can openly shit on another city's BBQ in real life instead of online.
I knew today was going to be rough but didn't expect it to be quite this bad. I ran out of beer a bit too early so on Labor day I was day drinking box wine while in the pool. I at least managed to eat and had about 3-4 glasses of whiskey.
Of course at 9am the fucking texts and emails start coming in. I have less patience than usual obviously, still managed to work for an hour.
Anyway, how is your post Labor day going?
I'm pretty regimented about going to total wine for my supplies but it's in fucking Metairie so almost the whole day is planned around that. Saving money on instacart by going there myself. It is kind of a neat experience in general. walking around it and just in awe of human kind's never ending alcohol innovation.
Anyway, bought two 1.75's, jim beam and benchmark. 30 pack of PBR. I love 30 packs, 24 isn't always enough. Two bottles of champagne for my Saturday Success stories brunch mimosas.
I remember that came out to about $100. Now I'm not going to tell you how quickly that disappeared but I'm kinda curious, how long should that last someone?
So when the holidays hit I'm driving from New Orleans up to Memphis to see family. Instead of going up for Thanksgiving, coming back to New Orleans and then going back for Christmas I think I just might stay since I can work remotely. I can usually get around 10 days with my parents before...well, you know or whatever. I can stay with my sister off and on too but I'll really need a place for the weeks in between.
The reviews are kinda gray on Hostel Memphis. I used to live in that area so I'm not really timid about it.
Airbnb has destroyed entire neighborhoods in New Orleans so I'm somewhat morally opposed to it unless it's a rented room and the owner lives there which I think is..okay and good. I'll have a car with me but not going to stay in west Memphis or something equally dumb/dangerous. Thoughts? Thank you in advance.
Title, yes username checks out.
I really like the way women look. I don't really have a type but today I saw bunch of attractive women and would have enjoyed seeing them naked. Sadly, most women age acceptable for me are married but luckily we live in the golden age of online porn. Chairs, straight and bi and gay CA's.
It's 7:51pm on Sunday in CST. Weekends go by so past but tomorrow is Miserable Monday and I feel like a Sunday Scarries thread is a good idea. The anxiety is starting to set in, need more scotch to fight it.
I feel like typing it out takes power away from it. My worries are just financial, I absolutely need to make some sales next week, even just a little income would be nice. It's almost Labor day and means the end of the summer slow down ends.
What are you dreading next week? Bills due? Running out of booze? Sore after taking 2 different dicks in one hour?
Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man
For whatever that means
u/kenticus after your last post, I've been thinking about you. Thoughts, not prayers because god is dead but how you doing?
So every year around February the Amtrak railpass goes on sale. Last year I left New Orleans and went west to San Francisco, Seattle, St Paul, Milwaukee and Chicago and this year I'm thinking I should go east. I'm having trouble deciding where to stop, you get 10 stops in 30 days. My first segment will be from New Orleans to Chicago and thinking of heading into Michigan purely because of the legal weed. I guess I should just go directly to Lansing?
I'm kind of at a loss at what to do with the other 8 segments tho. I'm not really sure I feel like going to New York just because of the costs associated with it. I feel like maybe coming back from Lansing back to Chicago since it's such a major hub, head to Pittsburgh maybe. The Lakeshore limited goes to Toledo, Cleveland and Buffalo, that might be a good choice.
I'm basically looking for super walkable cities. The last trip I basically just bar hop and talk to locals about what it's like living there to get a feel of just what it's like in general. I know this is a pretty vague post but for those of you who take the train up east, is there any places that I should stop at?
I've been drinking iced coffee the last 2 days and it's seem to be making my withdrawals way worse. Like there is normal post drinking anxiety but adding caffeine on top of it makes it way worse. I started drinking very early vodka/seltzers early yesterday because of it and it took around 4 drinks to feel okay again. Just finished lunch and opened my first beer, thoughts won't stop racing. I need to write NO on a post it note and put it on the french press.
I think the caffeine makes the shakes way worse too. Maybe some whiskey will help. I have 3 more bags of coffee left, going to bring it to my friend's house.
The real issue too is like...it's similar to drinking booze, like I'm chasing that euphoric feeling with the coffee which means drinking way too much. Oh well, chairs.
Sorry for the long post, you don't need to comment that you didn't want to read it.
I've been thinking about this since Tuesday. A lot of us are just alcoholic loners who live alone, maybe even work remote, very few friends, family has got tired of our shit, might as well be living on the moon.
So Monday I ran out of whiskey and got some vodka. Vodka is evil because it doesn't knock me out, just stay up for days drinking it and getting more and more drunk.
Tuesday at work was rough and just kept going and I snapped at one point and said, let's get in the pool with a beer, hard to be in a bad mood in the pool with a beer and the bluetooth speaker.
Get in, put on Fleetwood Mac spotify and open the beer, hard to be in a bad mood with Fleetwood Mac except for a few songs. I get through 2 sips and half a song when I see four police banging on the condo gate pointing at me in the pool saying "police! let us in!"
I get out, put the blue crocs on and go to the gate and before I open it I ask "so....what's this in regards to?" and they say it's a wellness check. We(me included) have some real characters, we typically have at least 1 neighbor day per year. I'm drunk and high and trying to be helpful so I'm like "which unit?" to help direct them. I'm terrified they are going to say my unit number because who knows what I've posted online.
They go knock on the door of the unit and I just get back in the pool to watch and see if my neighbor is dead. This is the 2nd "just stay in the pool if someone dies" moment I've had in this building.
He's not answering. He has seizures, fairly old, guess he's dead. Sad,he was a pretty cool guy. Got me thinking tho, I'm not going to live much longer, I'm going to be him sooner than later. Old single dude dying with no one with a key to the condo because I have a mortgage and don't rent just like him.
Cops bang on the door. Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow blaring from my bluetooth speaker thinking how appropriate that came up on the random playlist.
So no one has a key and I keep thinking about the lock picking kit I have in my condo and have to immediately tell myself "don't be helpful, don't talk to police...ever and also that lock picking kit is pretty illegal".
Finally someone gets a hold of someone and find out he's not dead inside the condo but instead in the hospital. Which isn't great but..not great.
This year I gave one of my neighbors a key to my place before my last Amtrak spirit journey so someone can let the police/coroner into my unit when I die but it really got me thinking how alone we are in this disease.
I don't even have a cat to eat me afterwards, maybe I should get a cat. Chairs? I think.
If you were in a good mood before you read this, sorry.
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Gonna get some serious rain this weekend and ordered some supplies, 2 cases of beer and a bottle of whiskey, still have 2 bottles of champagne left too.
He pulls up and asks for my ID and opens his trunk. Hands me the bottle of whiskey and grabs the case of beer and hands it to me. He then goes, hey man, can I ask you a personal question? I say yeah what's up.
"Why did you buy a case of 12 oz beers and a case of 10 oz beers?" when I realized what I did I laughed and said "because I'm apparently a fucking dumbass" and he was like "okay cuz I was wondering if it was like for a cooler or something".
So, double check your booze orders, booze bags.
So angry, I think maybe the moral of this story is order your booze when you're the most sober and not when you've been drinking all day? An ounce of planning prevents...10 oz beers.
My hands are going to look so strong and muscular holding those little bad boys by the pool.
Just realized they won't fit in a normal sized koozie, goddamn it.
Like the side plot of Charlie pretending he's the guy from The Bear is pretty blatant but the EMT/pepper thing seems so random. Also I think the ending of this episode makes it one of it makes it my favorite.
I was sweating through my shirt last week in a meeting and was like "is this just normal WD sweating or is it the 90+ degree heat or both?"
The other real problem is I can feel my body craving food but it's so fucking hot that nothing sounds good. Sitting in a restaurant right now having a beer and looking over the menu and nothing sounds even remotely appealing even tho it's one of my favorite restaurants in New Orleans.
I need to get some beef jerky off amazon to carry with me during the work day so I can get something in my stomach in between drinks.
Maybe a side of bacon, bacon always goes well with a beer. Chairs, just gotta get through August...I've been averaging 6-7 hours in my pool but it's so hot that it's just bathwater and not refreshing, need some fucking rain.
This is the 2nd year I've done this race and last year was...an experience. I'm not going to pre-game this time, maybe 1-2 beers when I wake up but not...like 8 beers before I even get to the race like last year.
Because I'm...kind of a loner, I had to join a team with other loners. It's a team of 4 but there are only 3 of us. Luckily, one of our team members is this stunning black dude with these long gorgeous dreads. Me and the other woman decide, let's let him go first out the gate, then I go, then she goes and I follow up the final leg.
He does a good job drinking the beer and fucking takes off like a fucking gazelle. He crosses the line and I open the beer and open my throat like that guy from the other post talking about blowjobs and crush the beer and take off.
I remember doing a real primal scream when I left the start line and people were cheering me on.
I had been running a lot last year so I was kinda ready and I get back and the Metairie mom takes off and she's back before I know it. I chug the 2nd beer and sprint off again.
It takes every ounce of my will power to not throw on the way back. I was doing the thing where you tuck your thumb in your fist to try to hold it. I don't throw up. We come in last despite...well.
I get the email recently and signed up again. Wish me luck. As kenticus says, you are all counting on me.
Last year I did west...Chicago to San Francisco, Seattle, St Paul, Milwaukee and Chicago and back to New Orleans. Part of me wants to redo the same trip, knowing what I know, could do it "better" but I kinda want to go the opposite route.
I honestly don't want to take the Crescent because it has so many issues so I think City of New Orleans to Chicago but I'm not really sure where to go from there.
Do you have any recommendations on where to go from there? I know that is a vague question but are there any specific routes I should go? The California Zephyr was a spiritual experience and wonder if there is anything similar on the east coast?
I forgot how fucking awesome this movie was. I really want to sing Under The Sea at karaoke but is it okay to sing in a Jamaican accent as a cis white male? I mean, it's not the n word, I think it's okay? The seagull is obviously Jewish and that's okay but it doesn't sing.
Cultural appropriation is an interesting thing.
Ursula is a body positive before it was cool too. Thicc and also very good at contract law, I wouldn't say no if she was down to...whatever.
I wish I had a little Jamaican crab to sing to me and cheer me up. Down here is all the fish is happy.
So it's a Jan 3rd, 1pm game so we gotta leave very early so we can tailgate, do they even do that there? Maybe we can all meet somewhere for a brunch before, I can give a speech.
I'm going to look into bus costs tomorrow. I wonder if we could get a block of rooms at a nearby hotel for us and the driver. I'm neighbors with a liquor rep so I could maybe get us a keg for cheap.
We can carry 36–72 people in most buses. I'll want money to throw in on the keg and booze we're going to bring, maybe we should start a LLC. How many kegs do you need for 36-72 people?
I'll update this thread tomorrow after I do some research on the bus and the driver. I gotta figure out which hotel would be a good spot for us to crash after the game.
We could always get a suite in their stupid fucking stadium, that would be funny. I'll look into that too.
edited; date and time, ugh this is going to be rough
2nd edit: starting to get traction, talked with a bus company today, i just need to get a bulk order of amazon baseball bats since this is going to get rough at the tail gating event.