[on my having gone drinking with the publicity department]
RM: We talked about this *last* time this happened. You can't roll with those people. They're the major leagues. You're seventh grade girls' intermural.
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Meaning that they can drink oodles without showing much effect, due to years of practice? Well, that's a point in your favor!
Ha!
Don't feel too bad. When I was rolling pro in the Drinking Leagues, we had to cancel on drinking holidays due to the bars being "fratted" out.
There is nothing like overweight, under thought, abercrombie-wearing, backwards-hat-havin guys yelling "Wooooo!" while doing car bombs to turn good whiskey bad.
Ah, seventh grade girls' intramural.
Brings back memories.
Confucius says, “Recompense injury with justice, and recompense kindness with kindness.”
Looks like I need a job in Publicity.
So I'm reading "immobilizing hangover" into this, am I right?
You should tell Rally Monkey to grovel down and kiss your feet for being a cheap date.
I'm like you, no big league drinking for me.
Rick, you should be a detective.
I had 3 beers one night a week ago and I'm still tired.
We should get together sometime and drink Kool-Aid and Vanilla wafers.
*shudders* when thinking of dressing out for P.E.
Now that I am almost 40, I have vowed to never have to kiss the porcelin god again.
Have something tomato-based and you'll feel better, Moonie.
AHAHAHAH! Yes, they *do* drink for a living, so don't feel too bad.
:-)
May I just add an extra "Amen" to your recent marketing posts. I love you even more than I did when you posted about eating 7 pies in one day (that was you, wasn't it?)
;-)
We are going to have to train you up. (I'll give you a hint: it will involve hydration.)
Jolie's right. the occasional glass of water between the fun bevvies, goes a long way towards easing the head next morning.
Thanks, I'm always trying to hone my powers of deduction. I usually start with the painfully obvious and press forward from there.
Well do you have a minibar in your office as they do? ;)
Just think about it this way. You still have your liver. :)
Haha! Have to admit, the RM does crack me up sometimes. (And I picture *you* cracking up when he comes back with something like this.)
I wonder where he would place himself on the 7th-grade-girls'-intermural-to-major-leagues continuum?
And yes, at least one of us was dazzled by that careful apostrophe. Even if we were brought up short by the "inter-" prefix [he said, ducking and running].
JES, i struggled with the prefix! (but not the apostrophe.) i never quite closed in on the difference between intramural and intermural. i thought intra- meant they brought in teams from other schools? maybe the second one was just made up in my head?
ttteeeeach me
"Intramural" means it's within one school, so I think "intermural" must be the opposite (mixing multiple schools). But they tend to sound so much alike spoken aloud, most people don't know the difference. *shrug*
Blame the Rally Monkey!
i struggled with the prefixYes. And from struggles come great things. (That you didn't hesitate with the apostrophe is a fingerprint of your true editing genius. I actually thought the inter-/intra- thing was just a typo and almost let it go. But dang, it was tempting...)
Anyway, sorta what Jolie said. The term INTERmural, though, really doesn't mean much; the term for between-two-different-schools contests would be EXTRAmural.
Here's a way to remember it: In writing about space missions, scientists and journalists always talk about INTERstellar or INTERplanetary space -- the space BETWEEN those objects. INTRAstellar space, otoh, would mean the space WITHIN a star.
The "-mural" part comes from the Latin for "wall(s)," and that's probably something that confuses people because BETWEEN the walls of a school and WITHIN them sound like the same thing. I guess the point is that BETWEEN the walls implies, like, the narrow area between opposite sides of a wall, where you can find studs, insulation, and, er, (moon)rats.
[returning to non-didactic mode]
I'm saying this anon, but I've yet to find the drinker I couldn't keep up with.
Not sure if that's a good thing, but there you are.
In my younger days I had the metabolism of a hummingbird. I could drink any 200 lb. (or even larger) frat boy under the table, pass a breathalyzer within an hour, and suffer nary a headache the next morning.
Then I discovered how many calories alcohol has, right about the time my metabolism shifted into low gear. Haven't imbibed since.
Some things are far better left to youth.
Gah! Blogger needs a "like" button. I'm way to used to Facebook.
I like this post. :)
trust me. moonrat spent the better part of last summer trying to increase her tolerance.... and as i continued to drink more and more mojitos, she was sparkling after her one ;)
There's no problem with being intramural league - I'm a weenie weight when it comes to drinking - but I shore love a good margarita on a hot night.
If there's a departmental drinking straw involved, consider yourself "in". Deep.
I have to say, this does not add up with my experience of Moonrat. I still feel a little iffy when I think about that night in NYC...
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