Well, OK, mostly just large, but…
Last night a freaking bird was singing up a storm in my backyard AFTER MIDNIGHT! I swear this bird was auditioning for American Idol. It was singing frantically unlike any bird singing that I have ever heard during the daytime. No. I AM NOT going nuts. OK, not yet anyway. Even my husband, who is comparably sane, noticed it. It would not shut up. Today I may buy night vision goggles. And a laser scope? No, just kidding. But it better not keep this up.
The whole bird singing thing was after we came back from across the street where our neighbor, Rich and his girlfriend, Pat had a little get together of neighbors for a fish fry/shrimp boil/ quail grilling/ liquor swilling/and a bunch of other food. It was a very nice time and we even danced some. The night was the perfect temperature for a backyard shin-dig and our host is taking dancing lessons in his spare time and getting pretty good at it. He and Pat started dragging us all up on the patio and taking turns with us and FORCING us to make fools of ourselves, er, dance.
I think the best thing I discovered last night was a concoction called a Tweekin’ Puerto Rican. Take note, people:
1 fifth coconut rum
6 or 7 of those Mexican nectar drinks, any flavors you like.
3 Red Bulls
Serve over ice.
I know what you’re thinking! Ewww! Red Bull? But you don’t even taste it at all. Actually, I don’t even know what it adds to the mix, I just know it was in the mix and it tasted so good. I told someone there that I was a little concerned about the affects of it since, normally when a person gets liquored up they get sleepy and just pass on out. But, lets consider the affects when drinking energy drinks with your alcohol. Humm. I was very observant. Nothing. So after my highly scientific investigation and many attempts to conduct experiments on innocent, beverage swilling, bystanders, I came to the conclusion that the alcohol and Red Bull cancel each other out. Might as well have been Kool-Aide. Except it tasted SO GOOD.
You know, upon reflection, it seems to me that there is a distinct possibility that someone at that party may have slipped that feathered fiend a libation of the Puerto Rican variety, extra Red Bull.
Comment by Law Student Hot Mama on May 4, 2008 at 8:23 pm
1. The bird was trying to get laid. That’s the only reason anybody makes noise that late at night.
2. Red Bull tastes like arse. Don’t ask me how i konw that, just take my word for it.
Comment by Krissa on May 5, 2008 at 6:57 am
About point # 2, Yeah! I know! I cannot begin to explain how that concoction was so good. But, you’re gonna have to trust me here. IT REALLY WAS!
Point #1. I think that bird got some nookie, cause all was quiet last night.
Comment by themikestand on May 5, 2008 at 7:03 am
That sounds like a very dangerous drink — might be better served with bacon and eggs in the morning. You know, to mellow out your morning grumblies and at the same time kickstart the brain.
Mmm, bacon and eggs. I think I just lost my point.
Also, up here in Canadaland, we have the equivalent to your bird in frog form. The Spring Peepers are out, and no word of a lie, you can drive along the highway at 80km/hr, (50mph) with your windows rolled up and the radio on, and you can still hear the little thumbnail sized buggers peeping like mad from the ditches and wetlands. They’re a sure sign of spring, but they only hang around for a month or so. (Hey, maybe you have them down there, too. I should have wikipedia’d that.)
I think I’m verging on comment-blogging here, so I will wish you a happy day. Hope you recovered from your TPRs.
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