Too much of a good thing is a bad thing, this includes Sweet Inebriation.
My beer of choice is Guinness, I usually buy draught cans because they cause much less injury if you black out and fall down whilst in the act of drinking one.
I stayed out 'till 3 AM doing that which you should never do while drinking: discussing politics and religion with rednecks. It was a lovely night from what I can recall. I think the general consensus that was agreed upon was that this is America, Scottsdale sucks, and that I've never participated in an orgy.
Upon crashing I was plagued by a terrible dream from which, try as I might, I could not finagle my dreamself out of. It was so strange I actually wondered if I was being possessed, in the dream I mean. I think the reality might be I was possessed of a bad case of gas. Whataburger!
My Easter message is: Don't be so Mean. Don't be so Evil.
