Monday, December 27, 2004

 
I'm at Christine's apartment in Bethesda, MD now. Christmas was good, I asked for a Bible and I got it. Also, cousin's kids still ignore me when I greet them, unless forced by their parents to acknowledge me. However, they were way into the talking Elmo potato-head-face-sticky thing I got for the little one. Whatever.

Christine's got a portable breathalyzer; it looks like this:



We got up this morning at around 3 p.m. She blew a .15 and I blew a .00. I totally drank as much as she did. This evening we came back from dinner and she blew a .08. I blew a .00. Again, same amount of booze. Either there's something wrong with her breathalyzer, or I have, like, some kind of preternatural tolerance that transcends even science. I am currently drinking solely for the sake of impressing this little machine. I'm up to .08.

Seriously, I want one of these things. Could be an awesome party game.
bq 1:25 AM

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