My friends and I made a much-overdue trip to the local liquor store.
One friend bought some goon, I bought a slab of beer, and then we all bought a variety of snacks.
Now it's drinking time. Also I have some cans to take to the party I'm supposed to be going to on Friday, so that's good. Assuming we don't somehow drink them all before then... I doubt it. Man, I can already feel that goon working its magic on me. Then again, I have pretty much been convalescing in bed for the past two days.
Funnily enough, my friend's goon, on closer inspection, turned out to be the dreaded Fruity Lexia under a new name. This was after it was purchased and brought home and I took a look at the box- a little green blob announcing "Previously known as Fruity Lexia; new name, same great taste!"
I read that aloud shortly after he took his first swig of the stuff. Amusing indeed. He spent quite a while selecting a goon in the hopes of getting one with a decent flavour, too. It wasn't even the cheapest option. ...Then again, my beer was chosen mainly for its dopey mascot and the lame pun on the box.
And also the fact that it had a higher alcohol content than my usual cheap swill whilst only being $10 more. Oh well. Cheers!
* Yoink raises a can towards whoever may be reading.
Edit: Ughhhh... oh man, I seem to have traded my cold/flu symptoms for a deadly-serious hangover.
Usually my hangovers are more like, "Awww, you drank a lot! Here, you can be horribly tired the next day," but this is the whole "percussion orchestra playing a monotonous beat in your skull" kinda deal. Yikes. If you will excuse me I'm gonna go lie down some more. Probably a lot more.