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Lordy McLordyson. I love having a friend who's a bartender.

This is not so much a drunkpost as it is a just-there-between-buzzed-and-drunkpost-kthx.

She invented a Severus Snape shot that looks like a bubbling cauldron and tastes like Junior Mints. It pretty much pwns, like, everything in the history of bartending.

Also, having a drinking game going while watching The Road to El Dorado is one of the most brilliant ideas I think I've ever had.

This probably says a lot about what I consider brilliant, but I have two Snape shots in me, plus a couple ersatz Grasshoppers that tasted like mint milkshakes, a Bacardi Limon with Diet Coke, and a couple Tequila Sunrises. Now would be an optimal time to get some writing done, while I'm too loopy to second-guess myself overmuch, but alas, this isn't my computer.

I am probably one of the last people on earth to flail fangirlishly over the new season four promo pics. Wilson is so nautical, with his sailing picture and his fishing trophy and his Complete Seafood book.

A few of my RL friends know about this journal, but I'm a little leery of letting them friend it. My literary proclivities aren't the issue, this time. But what if one of those "I have nothing better to do than randomly click on the people soandso lists as friends" nimrods does so, finds this, and puts two and two together? I think I might be better off asking them not to friend me here... If anyone's ever done this tango, insight is of the good.