Admittedly, I *am* a huge drink nurser

Not that I get drunk terribly often anymore* but if you’ve ever wanted astrological insights into what you’re like when sloshed this is a pretty interesting site. (Thanks to Sam Burns for the link)

Mine was spot on.

Drinking style:

Aquarius and drinking don't go together that well (except for water, that is). They have an innate tendency toward know-it-allism, and if they get an idea while sizzled, they're more stubborn than a stain or a stone. If they're throwing a party or organizing an outing, however, they're too preoccupied with their duties to get combative -- and they make perfectly charming drunks in that case. Fortunately, they're usually capital drink-nursers. They also make the best-designated drivers (if you can get them before they start raising their wrist): Aquarius is fascinated by drunken people and capable of holding interesting conversations with soused strangers while sober.

Speaking of being hammered, what the H-E-Double Hockey Sticks is wrong with blogger today? If I wanted my blog to look like a word document I’d just post .doc files on the interweb. Even though I haven’t migrated over to Beta I’m going to blame it anyway because obviously all the blogger folks are too busy trying to fix Beta to keep decent maintenance on the regular stuff that actually works. Ergh. [UPDATE: Apparently, my rant got enough attention to get this fixed even before it was published - thanks to you, my 12 daily visitors, for obviously emailing Google to complain, enraged at the degraded viewing experience]

Weekend plans for fun are a boring Saturday (with the exception of watching Antiques Roadshow while donating blood). Sunday is going to be the greatest day ever, consisting of brunch + Cubs game with friends followed up by going to pick up the GF at the airport after her being gone for about eleventy billion years**. Needless to say I’m so excited that I just can’t hide it.

* Or ever, for that matter.
** Which in boyfriend years equals about a little over a week.


towwas said…
Yeah, mine's accurate, too, because I'm exactly like Anna Nicole Smith and the Bush twins:

In vino veritas -- and, for Sagittarius, in booze blurtiness:

When buttered, they'll spill all your secrets and many of their own. Tactlessness aside, Sagittarius is just plain fun to drink with. This is a sign of serious partying (what else would you expect from the sign of Sinatra, Keith Richards, the Bush twins and Anna Nicole Smith?). They're the people who chat up everyone in the room, then persuade the entire crowd to travel somewhere else -- like a nightclub, or a playground, or Cancun. Good-natured hijinks are sure to ensue (including a high possibility of loopy groping; spontaneous Sag is a brilliant booty call).
grrrbear said…
Yeah...I've been meaning to talk with you about all your "loopy groping" Towwas.

Okay it's not perfect, but still batting .500 though.
Spice said…
Yep, pretty accurate...I am known here for the time I got so drunk that I locked myself in a bathroom to throw up - but before doing so, I grabbed a few copies of Newsweek just in case I needed something to read while waiting! I didn't end up puking or reading, but was instead found curled up on the floor.

Cerebral Virgos are compelled to impose order onto their bender. Their famously fussy quest for purity could lead to drinking less than other signs, sure -- but it could also lead to drinking booze neat, to sucking down organic wine or just to brand loyalty. They rarely get fully shellacked -- but, oh, when they do! Virgo's controlled by the intellect, but there's an unbridled beast lurking within, and they let it loose when walloped. It's dead sexy (and surprisingly unsloppy). As one Virgo friend used to declare, "I'm going to drink myself into a low level of intelligence tonight." A toast to the subgenius IQ!
KC said…
Mine was all wrong. Supposedly Pisces drinkers are addictive personalities and have a very high tolerance for alcohol. OK, maybe I'll give 'em the addictive personality, but I have a very low alcohol tolerance. One glass of wine and I'm ready for a very long nap. Two short cocktails and I can't drive. Three shots of tequila and I'm on the floor. Seriously.