At Least He Started The Evening Out With The Tie Around His Neck

I fell just a little bit in love with Jemima's father on Saturday night, when we attended a party to celebrate her engagement—or, as he put it, “the end of spinsterville.” At one point, upon noticing that Sean’s glass was empty, Jemima’s father nodded towards him and said “son, you’ve got yourself a problem there. Better get another one, or people are going to start thinking you’re a Presbyterian.”

Which is how it came to pass that some hours later, I was able to take this:

The only way this photo could have been any better would be if that wasn't our house, and if he'd had a lampshade on his head and only one eyebrow. And also if we hadn't come home to find that the cat had pooped copiously in the clawfoot tub, but that's another story entirely.

May 08, 2006

I like it like that, too. Very Rambo. Or Richard Simmons. John MacEnroe. Or... something. He looks tired yet ready for battle.

Or maybe just really drunk.

All of the above are good.

May 08, 2006

Better around his head than around his neck. A tourniquet for the mind as a friend of mine calls them.

May 08, 2006

That is just one of the many things I miss about the Deep South - engagement parties where drinking is not a spectator sport. And at least the evil kitty didn't poop on Sean.

May 08, 2006

better the clawfoot tub than the on the floor of your bedroom.

May 08, 2006

Hah hilarious! I love how you've immortalized it for all the world to see!

May 08, 2006

That is outstanding! You know that you have a good time when there are drunken pictures! There can never have too many pictures of your beloved in a drunken passed out state! I have them in reserve for the next time that mine tries to use past evidence to embarass me - I always have that picture of him doing the robot (yup the robot) at a party! That beats most stupid drunk things I do.

May 08, 2006

"Better get another one, or people are going to start thinking you’re a Presbyterian.”

That might be the greatest one-liner I've ever heard. In fact, I think it's going to be my new catch-phrase at parties. I'm especially looking forward to using it with some of my jewish friends. Brilliant!

May 08, 2006

It needs to be asked...

How did he feel the morning after? :)

Nothing But Bonfires
May 08, 2006

You know, I think he was hamming it up for the picture, more than anything. He wasn't passed out, just exhausted from shoveling cat poop out of the bathtub at midnight, several G&Ts worse for wear.

May 08, 2006

I soooo would have taken the tub over the floor. Or the hamper. Or the pantry. Or the couch. Or your keyboard.

May 08, 2006

What a great one liner! I always wish I was the type of person that could come up with those. I may steal that one.

May 08, 2006

I'm amazed how you make even the most mundane topic melodious, almost poetic:

The cat had pooped/copiously/in the clawfoot tub

You're a genius. Admit it.

May 08, 2006

ewww! ewwww! Or in your BED.

Nothing But Bonfires
May 08, 2006

Actually, she PEED on the bed. Which is why you see that horrid duvet cover in the picture. Normally we have a pretty white one but since it was covered in PEE, we had to use the Emergency Cover from Ikea.

May 08, 2006

I think the cat was just mad that you did not take her with you to what was obviously a great party!

May 08, 2006

Part of me wants to sympathize, and the other part wants to laugh. Perhaps I will do both. But more of the latter.

May 08, 2006

Well, at least she didn't pee on you or Sean - one of my cats hated my ex so much she peed on him! (good judge of character she is)

May 09, 2006

I love Jemimia's father--is he in the market for another daughter?

May 09, 2006

Damn cat.

May 09, 2006

Hee. Good thing my husband and his friends weren't around, because their reaction to someone in that state is for everyone to take their dicks out of their pants, arrange them around the guy's mouth, and THEN take a picture.

These same guys delivered Ben to me the night of his bachelor party unable to walk unassisted, with his underwear in tatters and so sloshingly full of excellent tequila that he spent three hours barfing out the front door onto the mat as neighbors passed by and gawked. I tried to lead him inside and to convince him that he'd be more COMFORTABLE barfing indoors, into the bucket I'd provided, but no. MUST BE ON FRONT DOORMAT. Oh, the joys of drunken boys.

May 09, 2006

But where are the photos of the cat poo? Am I the only one who wants to know?

May 09, 2006

"...or people are going to start thinking you’re a Presbyterian.” OMG. That made me snort.

And? It reminded me of this show called "America's dumbest criminals". The police raid this one dudes house and he's got The Pot plants all over his house and the police are all "Are you a cultivator?" and he's all (in his "highness") "No sir, I'm not a cultivator, I'm a presbyterian. I just like to grow a little weed."

Ah, those wild and ceraaazy presbyterians.

May 09, 2006

Sweet Daddy. He was so hammered...did you see how red his face was? But he's so cute with his jolly red face and his bow tie and his tiny spectacles. And Susan, he's always adopting people, so I'm sure he wouldn't mind.