So my brother had to work this evening, me I stayed home and watched this TBS show called 'My Boys'. The previews/commercials for this show made it look a lot like a stupid romantic comedy. Maybe it is, but regardless I watched the whole first season and really enjoyed it.
Regardless, my brother gets home from work around 11 PM and says to me, I want to get fucking drunk tonight. At this point I've finished my six pack for the night and I'm doing just fine thanks for asking, but I say to myself 'fuck it' and say to him 'alright'.
A couple weeks ago he brought home some '10 cane' rum which I wasn't too enthused about when I saw it because I already had some pretty frieking good rum in the apartment. Well tonight I decided to drink one of the three mini-bottles he brought home a couple weeks ago, and wow; just WOW. This shit was GOOD.
So we both have a couple more drinks while the first season marathon of 'My Boys' finishes up. The season ends and Jer puts on South Park, it's a hilarious episode (of course) so we finish watching then he says 'Ok, lets go get some more beer'.
At this point I have a choice to make; stay up and drink or go the hell to bed. Personally I say 'fuck it' and we go get some more beer. We come back and the drinking commences. I tell him to pick a movie and when I get back in the room the opening credits of Aladdin are playing. Now, I love this movie. As a matter of fact I still know the dialogue from years back when I used to watch Aladdin daily.
Cutting to the chase, I'm on my second drunk movie (Inside Man) and he's passed out in his room. Who's worse off? I've no idea but he's drunk asleep in his room and I'm awake watching and movies TV; you be the judge.
Musings of someone who just moved to Brooklyn. I'll start there and see where this goes.
