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Last night I hung out with my favorite friends, PDash and DoubleD. A good time was had by all. We engaged in a little preparty and then we hit our establishment-of-choice, Helen Back. I was rockin' the double Glenlivet on the rocks. I've been on a bourbon kick of late, but I decided it was time to return to the ol' classics. I'm not a big fan of Glenlivet but if that's the best top shelf they have then I'll take it. (One of my recent victories at work was convincing the GM that we need some 12 year old Macallan. I nearly went when I saw it in that day's liquor delivery.) Anyhoo...so all I had was two of those double scotches and PDash was working on some sort of dark Belhaven (not the ale...I forget wat it was) and everything was fine and good. There was too much sausage in the bar but every night can't be a booty fest. We were chatting about this, that, and the other thing (even SG came up in our talks) and next thing I know, a bouncer is telling us that DoubleD got kicked out because he threw up. We both looked to the floor by where he was sitting and there was undeniable evidence of his crime. I was pissed because I'd hardly gotten into my second scotch. So I told PDash to sit tight while I go check on DoubleD. DoubleD's sitting on a stack of landscaping timbers and shaking his head in disgrace. I made sure he was OK and then I told him he was a pussy and then told him that we'd be back out once we finished our drinks. PDash and I weren't about to just waste our excellent drinks and we weren't going to rush just because DoubleD couldn't hold his liquor. So we leisurely sipped our drinks and chatted some more and then we took our poor cohort home.

Kids these days...

This is supposed to be a day off but I feel like I have no time. I slept in too late and I got shit to do. Plus I just got invited over to dinner at a friend's place and I'm not even showered yet and I need to get my blog-writing fix.

But at least I took time to walk up the beach today. It's gray today but it's lovely nonetheless. The waves are somewhat active and the water's still too cold to enjoy. But it did feel great washing over my feet.

I feel like I have no time but, like I said, I got all this shit to do. DoubleD's already here and I still need to shower. I told him he was just going to have to wait while I finish this entry and the I'll shower and then we can leave to go eat all our friend's food. (We'll roll in the with wine, though.) There'll probably be all sorts of ping-pong action, too. We're ping-pong maniacs. Possibly even grand champions of Navarre.

So that's the night's plan. Last night was madness and tonight's sure to be, too.

It's a good thing I work a lot because when I have time off I get myself into all sorts of debauchery.

Peace,
msi.