How drunk was I to blog in Spanish?

Yeah, so you aren't buying that.

I came across this idea a couple of weeks ago. I was going through StatCounter checking out how people end up getting here. I noticed a spanish search that brought someone to this site. I clicked on through and saw my blog- in Spanish. I thought that was interesting, especially the title, Mientras que bebe, I... I figured it would be funny to put up a post in Spanish for Cinco de Mayo just to be different. And make people go WTF???

Playing with a translator, I typed up a post and popped it through. I then posted the results. Of course, I had to play a bit more so I took the Spanish translation and put in back in as Spanish to English. I don't claim for this to be an original idea. BG used to do this on Oddjack. So I decided to give you the original post and the translation after it goes from English to Spanish to English.

I know of one person who thought I was fluent in Spanish and that I had typed that up. I think she was the only one who was hip enough (subtle hint) to use a translator to see what I had typed. I guess she has a lot of time on her hands. So here is what yesterday's post said followed by the translation back from Spanish to English.

Different.

That is the only way I can really explain how things felt last night. I had finished beating the crap out of the weed and feed attachment on the hose. It wouldn’t come off so I was beating it on the ground. It was at the moment that I decided to grill some burgers and head out to the bar.

Ever notice that when you grill burgers just right, you cannot eat just one? I had made about 4 ¼ pound burgers and tossed them on the grill. As they cooked, I was giving Cor some more advice about stocking up the bar for his party. The focus was on bottles of liquor. He was pretty much set but needed more tequila only because he had bought the pre-made Cuervo margarita mix with the tequila already in it. I had to explain to him that everyone adds tequila to those things. They come extremely weak.

Things already had been different. I had actually sprayed weed and feed on the lawn. I spontaneously decided to grill burgers. What was next?

I headed up to the bar and was surprised not to see Gambino planted in front of the video slot machine. No Gambino? WTF? H was working behind the bar so at least there was some normalcy. I got me a Miller Lite and she put this weird bottle in front of me. They changed the bottle. No more big mouth. Ay Carumba!

Things would get even stranger. I call Mr. AlCantHang for a dial a shot and found him to be drinking Miller Lite as well. He was enjoying the Phillies game with the ballpark voyager, Brandon, and didn’t have his usual Southern Comfort with him. Strange. So a dial a beer was done instead.

I was beginning to be weirded out by all the different things going on. Seeing that the crappy karaoke guy was in the bar, I knew I had to get out soon. I called it an early night so I could get home and get the cell phone charged up. This morning I noticed I missed Mrs. EvaCanHang’s dial a shot.

I guess I have no alternative for tonight. I have a fully charged phone and a need to get drunk. Thank God it is the weekend.

There are some great lines here. I think my favorite is the "daisy of Crow".


Different
That one is the only way that I can really explain how the things felt yesterday at night. Beating of crap outside the accessory of the bad grass and the feeding in the hose had finished. It would not leave so it beat it in the Earth. It was at the moment that decided to roast to parilla to a little hamburgers and head towards it go to the bar.

Notice whenever that when you roast to parilla hamburgers as soon as she straightens, you you cannot eat one hardly? He had done near 4 hamburgers of the pound of ¼ and he had shaken them in the grill. Whereas they cooked, he gave to heart more advice on the storage upon the bar for his party. The center was in the bottles of licor. It was much fixed salary pretty but to have needed more tequila only because it had bought the mixture pre-done of the daisy of Crow with the tequila already in him. I had to explain him that each one adds tequila to those things. They come extremely weak.

The things had been already different. It had sprinkled really the bad grass and the feeding in the turf. It spontaneously decided to roast to parilla hamburgers. Which was following?

I directed until the bar and was surprised not to see Gambino planted in front of the groove machine video. No Gambino? WTF? H worked behind the bar was some so at least there normalcy. I obtained a Miller Lite and it put this strange bottle in front of me. They changed the bottle. Not more of great mouth. Ay Carumba!

The things would obtain to foreign uniform. I call to Senor AlCantHang for a dial a shot and I found it to also drink to Miller Lite. He enjoyed the game of Phillies with voyager of the baseball stage, Brandon, and he did not have his southern comfort generally with him. Stranger. A dial a beer was done so instead of another one.

It began to be weirded towards outside by all the different things that they ignited. Seeing that the individual crappy of karaoke was in the bar, it knew that I had to leave soon. I called one night early so caretaker could obtain and to obtain the telephone of the cell loaded for above.

This morning I noticed that the dial of Mrs. EvaCanHang needed a shot. I conjecture that I do not have any alternative for tonight. I completely have a telephone loaded and a necessity to obtain drunkard. Thank for God that is the weekend.

This post is brought to you by Cheap Trick. I own around 400 CDs. To kill some time and to make things interesting, I have begun to just walk up to the case and grab a random CD for play. Today it is Live From Budokan, the Complete Concert. The Complete Concert is much better than the original Budokan album. I highly recommend upgrading. Til then, Auf Wiedersehen.

And rock on with your bad self. Or as they like to say en espanol....
roca encendido con su mal uno mismo.