Last night we had a race to ten Irish Car Bombs.
We did 11.
It was well documented and I’m just waiting on getting the pictures back before I do a little write up and show you the ensuing carnage. It should be high-larious.
Things that are not high-larious?
I stupidly left my coat in coat check the night before what is apparently the coldest day of the year. It’s 9 degrees out there and I’m walkin’ around in a goddamned wind breaker nursing a hangover the size of that gigantic comet thing they burrowed into in Armageddon. Coincidentally, I hacked up a loogey that looks just like it too.
Highlights of the night?
I have NO idea. But I did make it home safely, albeit coldly, so small favors eh? Should have the full coverage in a day or two.