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A Jerk Twice Over

How could I have written that post about BlogHurl and not mentioned Beth? First off, it was a goddamn travesty that we bloghurlers couldn't raise the funds to fly Beth -- the heart and soul, nay, the patron saint of Wasted Time -- over to party with us. Next, when she called us that day and the phone was eventually handed to me, I was all, "Hey whassappening? Huh? WHAT? I CAN'T REALLY HEAR YOU. WE'RE IN A BAR RIGHT NOW. WHAT? YEAH. I DUNNO. WHO? All's I know is that they have these really chewy pretzels here and haughn mestapha gond lee murmble FIVE DOLLARS?!? Anywho, I don't really know who you are so I'll catch you on the flip side, sucka!" Then I hung up. Beth, please tell me the phone reached Kris before I got a hold of it. I'm pretty sure I didn't, so I'm pretty sure I'm a dick.

Sarah also wants you to know that her cell phone died during the evening, so there was no call when we were even drunker. Also, none of us were big enough rockstars -- we didn't end up consuming Jagerbombs at the end of the night. My Jag-bomb v-chip will have to be removed when next we meet.

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Anonymous said…
Word.
Anonymous said…
If you're raising money for flights to the next Bloghurl, start putting aside some for me, would ya? I'm the poor single mom, after all. :-)
Beth said…
Awww!! A posting just for me! You are sweet!

No need to worry - you were not at all a jerk when I talked to you on the phone. And I did talk to Kris (who *totally* rocks, btw!) before your drunken ass got handed the phone.

Also, the next time I see you, we ARE doing Jager Bombs. No Jager Bombs... mumble grumble.. amateurs.
Beth said…
Oh ya, and I found a new place to take you and Sarah next time you come to visit me... The Fringe Cafe. $3.99 pints of either Okanagan Springs or Ugly Boy or Dirty Girl (local microbrew, I'm pretty sure). And I know how you guys likes the BC beer.
Anonymous said…
Maybe the way to help Beth feel like she missed nothing is to talk down BlogHurl night.

...But it was just too much fun - sorry Beth!

I'll chip in to get you down here. If you're even half as cool as Sarah mentioned, then you'll fit in like an old sock. (But please, don't smell like one. I was just talking figuratively... man, i really shouldn't drink this early on a workday...)
Anonymous said…
You talk trash about us not doing Jagerbombs (which are OKAY), and then you start up-talking sissy microbrew pints?

FOR SHAME.
Beth said…
Jorge, I think Sarah & Dave will back me up on the BC microbrews. Don't you know that BC Beers Make Dave Sexy?
Anonymous said…
Beth,

I think you've forgotten that Dave is alredy sexy.
Dave said…
A choice between beers called Ugly Boy and Dirty Girl? Shit, I'm racked with indecision and I'm not even there yet.
Anonymous said…
I vote for Dirty Girl. (Although - someone has stolen my flavor!)

That last sentence sounds surprisingly naughty, which wasn't my intention at all. Ah well.

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