My husband just got a drinking table for our new apartment. This simply means that either hell has to freeze over or heaven has to go up in flames before he changes his stripes and gives up the artificial source of his spirited self. The old snob in me who used to have tea and cakes with dead classical musicians and writers would have quoted the raven’s “nevermore…” and promptly descended into madness. But I am not my old self.
I have seen the light and logic behind his band of drunk brothers. It is thanks to his brotherhood that we were able to transfer all our things to our apartment for free, get a cable internet connection where no lines exist and get price cuts on expensive appliances. I suspect his brotherhood will soon also assist us in getting discounts for the new baby’s infant formula.
Lo and behold the wonders of bonds formed over alcohol. Maybe I should learn how to drink too.
we sometimes presume that lasingeros are nuisance until we realize that they are still human beings that are capable of imparting the goodness left in them…hehehehe
really totomel, i was impressed sa "connections" ng husband ko. daming benefits ng pagiging lasingero 🙂
oh hahaha… there's nothing that binds friendship more than getting drunk together.
you said it desperate blogger 🙂
i like the table. it doesn't look like a drinking table though. it reminds me of thread. haha.
actually sandy, it used to hold rolled up cable wire. hehe. so yeah, it looks like a giant thread holder