Not that we get silly drunk chanting inane jingles on the sidewalk while carelessly waving our brewskis ( though embarassingly enough we did that once a chilly evening years back after celebrating the end of school exams ) but alcohol certainly played an important cameo in our troubled relationship. Certainly the instigator of our first night together - or at least a handy scapegoat to blame if it had all gone terribly wrong. Not forgetting that brandied ice-cream we shared in a wooded park while talking about our studies, our lives, our futures.
And then the wine bottle I wanted to smash over his head when it all ended.
Yeah, we do share an affinity alright :)
Which is why he's the first guy I usually think of when I need a drink. That and the fact that a freaking ultimate margarita costs a bomb - and he can certainly handle that particular financial fallout.
Forget the fact that he's a philandering bastard, pour enough cheap rum down his throat and he makes pretty good company, even proffering the occasional sage, thoughtful advice - though in a particularly slurred tongue. Of course his hands do tend to get a wee bit frisky too - or was that just me :P
My ISO : Come gimme some sugar.
Paul : Go lick the salt instead.
My ISO : But I am your neighbour. Shake it!
Paul : If you say shake it like a polaroid picture, I am gonna bean you with this jug of sangria.
My ISO : You're mean.
Paul : So are you. Stop staring at the bartender.
My ISO : He's hot.
Paul : And a fetus.
My ISO : Baby, no fetus ever looked that fine in a pair of low-cut jeans. Bet ya he has a treasure trail I could lick all the way.
Paul : All the way back to secondary school? Cause that's where he just came from.
My ISO : You think that would disgust me since I'm in my dotage but I'm not. Come here, growing boy.
Guess we aren't that far from the drunken fools mouthing inanities :)
Still ( unless I was so fucking soused that I imagined it all - still have a mild ringing in my head as a reminder ) I think I saw the bartender pass him a napkin later that night. Not sure what that was all about - maybe getting gaysted happens to bartenders too.