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.
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.