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Goat roast last night was one of those special things that happens once a year, and if it happened more than once a year my body would collapse.

There were quiet a few people I didn't know, a lot of very good old friends. Steve with a syringe of rumpelmens, which he would approach people and say "Open your mouth, and suck on this".
My gout brethren, bonding on our horrible pain.
Beer, wine, whiskey, an amazing mix of it all. Let's not forget the goat, the beautiful goat, and it's many accompaniments. It's just one of those parties where everyone is having a good time, and getting pretty smashed in the process. A lot of fucking fun.

Then Bowling, which I haven't been able to go to in some time. Preeeetty drunk at bowling, probably should have went home, but nope! Drunk bowling! Followed with pizza eating.

Fun times, and Wednesday is my first night behind the bar, and tuesday and wednesday the Mean Jeans are playing in Seattle. Along with the fact I'm learning Saute this week at Lark.

This week is starting out strong and is going to be some fun.