Friday night I went to a birthday bash that lasted a solid 12 hours after the first keg was tapped. My liver was in tears; it was a drinking marathon.
Saturday night a friend hooked a group of us up with box seats to the SCSU Huskies hockey game – yeah box seats, who knew? I hadn’t been to a game in a couple years. It felt the same, but the kids in the student section looked a lot younger – damn I’m getting old.
J, hope you can get that stain you made out of your drive way – kicking the chunks with your shoe didn’t seem to be helping much. Good thing I didn’t return the whiskey favor or you would have been hurting even more.
