My Name Is Tony, and I Am Not An Alcoholic

I "won" this gift basket at the very last holiday party that was held by my employer while I was still an employee there. That was a few days before Christmas 2008. I lurve Bailey's...and one of them is coffee flavored!! The bottles remain unopened, though I think I hit the chocolates a few times.

Over all, my life pretty much sucks: I'm divorced, childless, basically unemployed and barely making ends meet, and if things continue as they are, I will grow old and die alone. Plenty of excuses to hit the bottle. In the nearly two years since I lost my job, I've gone through a bottle and a half of scotch, a bottle of bourbon, a bottle of rye whiskey, and maybe two or three bottles of red wine. The only other drinking I've done has been at the karaoke parties where, admittedly, I have gotten pretty shitfaced at most of the monthly gatherings. Once. A month. That's not even enough to cause a blip on my medical questionnaire or a lecture from my doctor. Not exactly blotting out my sorrows.



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That's a Wrap!

par-tuh-HHHHAY!

Emma's Child saw its final performance tonight. There was no official cast party for the show, and I wouldn't tarnish the dignity of the production by calling this debauchery a cast party. As it goes, most of the cast and crew were here at the home of one of the cast members.


At a party where alcohol is consumed, this is what happens
when you let someone "see" your camera.


They wouldn't let me sit between them, but that's okay. I
only would've gotten myself into trouble there.


Startled by the unexpected self-portrait.


Oh, if only I were 25 again...and in one case, a woman. *SIGH*


How many chins is one guy allowed to have?

For the record, I don't recall who took most of these photos, and it's quite clear I didn't take many of them!



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