Sentences with phrase «rather have a few drinks»

Many guys would rather have a few drinks on the weekend than cheat with food that's not a part of their diet plan.

Not exact matches

For a few months, I'd have a green juice every day, but one day I realized I'd rather eat those ingredients than drink them.

You just want to chat over a few beers, and instead you're getting a lecture on hops that's so long you'd rather just drink the cheap stuff from your college days.

I have also been eating super clean (including drinking lots of water and sometimes coconut water) for the past few years, particularly the last three years with no refined sugar or refined carbs, dairy free, lots of lean protein (do I need more for more definition in muscles rather than bulk?)

If your normal routine is to see each other a few times a week and on weekends and suddenly your significant other would rather go out for drinks with friends and go home alone instead of into your arms, assume they are creating more distance and are open to the possibilities of meeting someone else.

The other person could have had a string of marriages / partners, be covered in tattoos, have drunk like a fish, smoked like a chimney and taken every drug under the sun, if they have now joined a church in the last few years or even months and are now what they consider a «born again Christian'then they will think you aren't good enough for them because you've accepted your sins and mistakes and learnt by them, rather than brushed them under the carpet, put on a new uniform and forgotten that you ever did anything wrong.

Over time I've become kind of a homebody... I still enjoy having a few drinks at the bar bowling playing pool or bowling but I rather relax one on one...

Perhaps, you'd rather meet in a traditional and comfortable pub, where you can relax and get to know your date over a few drinks.

Hemingway's delivery is certainly rather odd and stilted, leading some to suggest he might have had a few drinks before he got started.

Over the last few weeks I have encountered a rather odd collection of sculptural things: the postwar ceramic sculpture of Lucio Fontana and Fausto Melotti bursting with dynamically glazed and roughly handled surfaces, currently on view at the Nasher Sculpture Center; The Age of Innocence, a victorian bust in three different materials by the English sculptor Alfred Drury at the Henry Moore Institute; a visit to Henry Moore's house, studios, and now foundation at Perry Green, and most recently what I can only describe as a wonderfully insane lecture by the contemporary sculptor Thomas Houseago, which involved an increasingly drunk, cursing artist saying some surprisingly sincere, profound things about sculpture.