Yeah… I have no clue. This was taken a few years ago on “Sunday Funday.”
Wordless Meets WTF Wednesday: The Adventures of Olive Baby
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Quirky Chrissy
A dreamer and a klutz, Chrissy is the sole proprietor of this blog. Her lifelong aspirations include owning a cheese shop, writing several books, and being played by someone famous in the movie version of her life.
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That’s too funny. I’ve embarrassed my friends by going into bars that were in older buildings and spent the better part of my time there admiring the crown molding and woodwork. What can I say, I love historic buildings. Next time I will make a little olive person to entertain everyone.
Awesome! Brian prefers going places that have “character” and “atmosphere” so that he can admire the crown molding and woodwork! LOL.
LOL I was having dinner with a friend a while back at one of those restaurants that puts drawing paper and crayons down instead of a tablecloth.
As we were talking I started doodling and ended up creating this massive geometric shape pattern thingy. My friend laughed because it was not only elaborate yet symmetrical, I had colored it in, in an alternating color pattern. He was like, Holy OCD Batman.
Hahahaha! I adore symmetry! Oh Ash. You’re awesome.
LOL you know you have OCD when even drunk, your doodles have to be in order.
Right?
Totally.
Pretty much every time I’ve ever gone to a bar I ended up with drink on my shirt. Every single time. When I get excited (um…and drunk) I tend to talk with my hands even more often, which is unfortunate when holding a pint of cider.
I can’t wait until BlogHer. Can. Not. Wait.
A pint of cider? You are even a class lady at a BAR! Impressive Joules.
Heck yeah — I’m soooo classy with a pint of cider in my hand, a wet splotch on my shirt and an incredibly flushed drunkface. lol
And it’s been so long since I’ve actually drank at a bar that I can pretty much promise you that BlogHer will be quite memorable. I’m pretty sure I’ve already challenged Frugalista to karaoke…
OOOH! Karaoke! I LOVE Karaoke!
Olive Baby RULES! hahaha my sisters & I LIVE to do weird shit, at a bar, at home, wherever. We have worn fake kitty cat and old lady glasses at bars, and took pictures of random strangers w/those glasses. It’s funny how MANY people ask you if they are real glasses, they had NO glass in them. They were great ice breakers and photo op props though.
Oh man! Joy, I want to go to the bar with you!
Chrissy,
Olives are what I have left to enjoy from my drinking days. Today, I bury that taste.
Le Clown
Le Clown,
That is quite unfortunate. Olives are delicious. I think someone eventually consumed little Olive Baby, for she was stuffed with blu cheese, which is also delicious.
One time I went into a bar and… [edited for brevity] … so the bartender said that if I didn’t take the trombone slide out of the llama, he was calling the cops. True story.
The real question is: Did he call the cops when you refused his request?
That is awesome! lol How does someone even THINK of something like this…so creative lol
Get a group of bored friends in a bar on a Sunday night and you never know WHAT will happen!
That’s hilarious! I would totally do something like that. I had some black olive cream cheese penguins complete with buttons and a carrot-sliver beak at a Christmas party one time. The gal who made them only made about 12. Probably because it was a pain in the butt to make them. I ate 10. They were delicious.
LOL! I would eat 10 of them too. That sounds delicious. And super cute.