I just googled it and came up with this. I'm not sure if it's accurate, but here we go: She would have Dubonnet and gin at noon, red wine at lunch, an occasional glass of port at the end of lunch, a martini at 6 p.m., and 1-2 glasses of pink champagne with dinner. Who knows if this is true. What I do know is that she had the right to drink whatever and as much as she wanted. Just because and also because it must have taken a lot out of her to have to be on display for more than 60 years. She didn't sign up for queendom when she got married.
ETA: yes, that's why. Repealed 1933. So for a foreigner to legally drink with meals, safest to get a prescription (everyone may know it's bogus, but it follows the letter of the law).
Me too, it was at a small gasthaus out side of a little village in Germany, I know I finished the first one, not sure about the second. I fell in a ditch on the walk home
I AM an alcoholic. I like alcohol, but I'll be damned if it's gonna run my life. With that in mind, there are rules that I must abide by. #1- Never, never, never, NEVER get behind the wheel of a vehicle after even one drink (I've been a boozer for a long time, but never developed a much of a tolerance). My body tells me when it's had enough, and I have little discomfort giving it a rest when I need to.
Your #1 rule is good. Also I like the Jackson Pollack rule: "Try never to drink outside your own home." True! This is why I invite people over.
The Giuliani rule is different: If you are drunk out of your gourd, do not stand up in front of a large audience and speak extemporaneously. I only did that once. (My sister's wedding, lesson learned).
I just googled it and came up with this. I'm not sure if it's accurate, but here we go: She would have Dubonnet and gin at noon, red wine at lunch, an occasional glass of port at the end of lunch, a martini at 6 p.m., and 1-2 glasses of pink champagne with dinner. Who knows if this is true. What I do know is that she had the right to drink whatever and as much as she wanted. Just because and also because it must have taken a lot out of her to have to be on display for more than 60 years. She didn't sign up for queendom when she got married.
It is now Democratic Republic of Congo. The French one is called either Republic of Congo or Congo-Brazzaville. (I always have to look this up.)
Big bottle, too.
Winnie taking the piss again?
Is that from before the repeal of prohibition?
ETA: yes, that's why. Repealed 1933. So for a foreigner to legally drink with meals, safest to get a prescription (everyone may know it's bogus, but it follows the letter of the law).
'If I was an alcoholic, I'd be fricking dead by now."
I don't know why I find that so fricking funny. He sounds like someone whose buddy dragged him to his first AA meeting.
I am an alcoholic, and I'm dead with laughter at Rudy Fricking G.
This seems like the Platonic Ideal of a news story that Wonkette would cover. Piece of cake...
Yet our Evan managed to hit it out of the park with the funny on this post.
Congrats! That is certainly achievement. And I know what you mean, it's hard to watch fellow addicts deep into their addiction
Yeah, "I gave THAT speech stone cold sober" is not the defence he thinks it is.
I watch Judge Milton's hearings all of the time; he's one of my favorites.
Yes. To clarify, if I had given that speech, I'd claim that I had been drunk as an excuse.*
* Psst! Note the subjunctive mood, Rudy.
Me too, it was at a small gasthaus out side of a little village in Germany, I know I finished the first one, not sure about the second. I fell in a ditch on the walk home
Well, NosfeRudy, it sounds like everything you do is a leftwing smear. I strongly suggest you stop leftwing smearing yourself.
I AM an alcoholic. I like alcohol, but I'll be damned if it's gonna run my life. With that in mind, there are rules that I must abide by. #1- Never, never, never, NEVER get behind the wheel of a vehicle after even one drink (I've been a boozer for a long time, but never developed a much of a tolerance). My body tells me when it's had enough, and I have little discomfort giving it a rest when I need to.
Making a martini now. Ta.
Your #1 rule is good. Also I like the Jackson Pollack rule: "Try never to drink outside your own home." True! This is why I invite people over.
The Giuliani rule is different: If you are drunk out of your gourd, do not stand up in front of a large audience and speak extemporaneously. I only did that once. (My sister's wedding, lesson learned).
Quite sound in all ways, methinks. I do drink with my lady friend on weekends, but that becomes an overnight stay.