thirsty thursday...

Sorry, no real reason for that title... just haven't gotten to use that phrase for a while.
It's funny the things you miss from college.

So its thursday, and thankfully this week is almost over. Nothing particularly bad about it... but it just seemed long and tiring, and I'm ready for it to be over. Maybe I am just really ready for the weekend and my mom's party to be here. Although I did just have a dream last night about this weird guy (very scary aura) in a mask, and I knew he was going to kill me, yet was strangely resigned to that fact, and in the end not afraid of it. So going to my mom's Marti Gras party this weekend... obviously full of people in masks, should be interesting. I did however find a drink to take, which I'm excited about, called a New Orleans Buck... and sounds good. While its not as traditionally Marti Gras as a Hurricane is, at least it has the right name for the job, and should be easy to make and easy to drink.

Here's the recipe:
Ingredients: 1.0 oz. Club Soda
1.0 oz. Orange juice
1.5 oz. light Rum
3.0 oz. Sour mix

Directions: Shake, and strain into collins glass.

Yum. And this way I won't have to worry about a drink with Chambord or vodka... (barfing sounds). But if any of you have a suggestion for a good light rum to use in this recipe, let me know.

Anyway, I just had to post a little ps. from my entry yesterday. So, Mike is a great guy, and he (thank to a little help from an unnamed birdy... thanks birdy) read my entry and was quick to IM me an assurence.
As he put it:

FBPHondaSI: our place is like vegas...what happens there stays there
FBPHondaSI: woot

and that right there is what I love about boys vs. girls... not only does mike let me know that my fears are ungrounded, but he also gives me amusement in the process. ;-)

Blue Aidan: but your a boy... boys don't talk :-o
FBPHondaSI: believe it or not, we do sometimes
FBPHondaSI: but keep that on the dl, it would ruin our rep

So yes, I was a doof with at least one of my "dilemmas"... and the other, well it's about a year premature! So I'm just not going to worry about it, and enjoy life a little more relaxed because of that. Well, I should probably get back to work. I should be typing an article instead of typing this right now... grr.
Alright, and away I go.