Okay, a little backstory – Bekah and I met up this weekend. We hit the rainy beach at around 2 p.m. on Friday and by 8 (maybe earlier?) was passed smooth out. 12 Irish Car Bombs will do that to you. (But you get a free t-shirt after 20! I have a little card that never expires and the bartender marks it whenever you have one. I’ll go back someday to polish off those other 8.)
If I can remember the backstory to the little conversation snippets, I’ll write them in bold. (my words are in italics)
You would really rather eat your own eyeball than feel guilt again?
Yes.
You obviously have too much guilt in your life.
I’m taking care of shit.
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I’m going to boil you and eat you alive before the tsunami kills us all.
I never go to the beach. The one time I make plans to it storms like a motherfucker. I told Bekah that it would be our luck that a tsunami was going to hit too. I was going to eat her to save her the horror of drowning.
***See and you can’t die with your shirt all fucked up so leave that shit on backwards and live tonight.
Bekah got a stomach bug and realized after a bathroom run that her shirt was on backwards. I decided that you don’t get to die if your clothes aren’t on right. I didn’t want her to fix her shirt because then she might die.***
But that’d cost a dollar to get there.
You wouldn’t pay a dollar to give her a proper burial at sea?
I’m not sure that tossing her dead body into the waves is a proper burial at sea.
Oh.
A discussion after we thought a hedgehog was dead. Even though it wasn’t, we played the “what if she had died” game.***
So what? You’ll still be alive. Shit washes, death doesn’t.
I say it’s better to shit yourself while you’re sick than to flat die from it.
You have to be a special kind of creature to spend more than 15 minutes with me.
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I’d love to be a fly on the wall and hear the lead up to conversations like these.
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Chickie said:
May 6th, 2010 at 7:42 pm
They are some whacked out conversations.
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May 5th, 2010 10:52 pm
Was this all one conversation?
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Chickie said:
May 6th, 2010 at 7:43 pm
No, it was over a couple of days.
I only remembered these things because Bekah put them on FB or Twitter after they happened.
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May 5th, 2010 10:56 pm
I need to know what came before this….And who you are talking about, my dear….AND….How did this conversation actually end?
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Chickie said:
May 6th, 2010 at 7:44 pm
I was talking to Bekah – we met up this weekend.
I think I’ll go back and edit the post a bit to give some more info!
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May 6th, 2010 3:09 am
You and Bekah always have so much fun together. I loved the pictures of your vacation. It is so nice to meet your bloggy friends.
I am glad that you had a good time.
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Chickie said:
May 6th, 2010 at 7:44 pm
It was a nice time…the weekend just flew by!
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May 6th, 2010 10:32 am
That’s a very eclectic range of subject matter – my head is spinning.
You two have the look of beautiful scamps waiting for mischief.
What is that you are drinking?
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Chickie said:
May 6th, 2010 at 7:45 pm
The drinks were called Irish Wakes. 6 shots of liquor in each one. You were only allowed 3 per person. We each quit after one!
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May 6th, 2010 2:10 pm
At least I am not the only one having conversations like this. Makes me feel just a bit more sane.
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Chickie said:
May 6th, 2010 at 7:45 pm
And hearing this makes ME feel a bit more sane.
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May 6th, 2010 4:38 pm
Actually, I’d love to spend more than 15 minutes with you!
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Chickie said:
May 6th, 2010 at 7:45 pm
:) Ditto!
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May 6th, 2010 5:23 pm
I can’t WAIT for you to arrive in Reno!!! It’s marked on my calendar! I may have to take a day to recover!
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Chickie said:
May 7th, 2010 at 8:53 pm
If you don’t need a day to recover then we didn’t do it right.
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May 7th, 2010 12:32 am
Technically we were both back at the hotel and passed out in our beds by 7:30pm. LOL.
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Chickie said:
May 7th, 2010 at 8:53 pm
Uh, time was a little fuzzy for me…
And holy hell, I can’t believe I vomited in a public trashcan.
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May 7th, 2010 5:49 pm
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