Archive for March, 2008

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Crazy He Calls Me

March 26, 2008

Dear Bartender: I met this crazy guy the other night in a neighborhood bar. It was rather fortuitous because I was feeling a little suicidal that evening and I told him about it as we were talking. Turns out he’s a former psychologist. I took it as a sign and brought him home with me. We’ve talked since, and he is indeed almost as nuts as I am but here’s my question. If a guy tells you he has a brain tumor should you proceed with the relationship? I’m not sure if he was kidding or not. Should I demand medical records before taking it any further? On the other hand, I’m not looking for long term commitment so it could work out.

— CrazyBus

Dear Lunatic: Anyone who would tease a suicidal person about having a brain tumor of his own is definitely worth getting to know, at least in my book. In fact, it’s the best pick-up line I’ve heard in a long time. Sounds win/win to me, since, if the tumor is real, nursing him through treatment — say, Gamma Knife radiosurgery or something worse (depending on operability) — might take your focus off your own problems. The two of you could turn it into a game, maybe, each trying to outlast the other, with the winner getting the spoils, say, either his tumor in a jar or your suicide note in a pretty frame.

Us crazy people should, after all, stick together, don’t you think?

Keep it coming, people. These are the kinds of questions I like.

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I’ve Never Been To Me

March 11, 2008

Dear Bartender: Where can I buy a bottle of booze (vodka or rum) that is bigger than those crappy mini ones? I need something closer to 5 oz. for bridal shower favors. I’m on Long Island.

Thanks.

–gina

Dear gina: Are you seriously asking me where you can buy a bottle of vodka/rum that’s not fewer than 5 oz on an island as big as Long Island? It’s not called “Long Island” cuz it’s short.

OK, I’ll bite, but I expect a kickback from Bargain Liquors on Sunrise Highway in Rockville Center.

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Match Game, Pt 12

March 3, 2008

Dear Readers: I’ve really dropped the ball on this, haven’t I? OK, here goes: My bartender cuts me off when I get too drunk. He says he can tell I’ve had enough when I remember to tip but forget to [BLANK].

Match Game