rodhazard

Well here it is. The only day I've had for months when I can sleep in as late as I want and I woke up at 9AM. I'm still a little tired from yesterday but the cruel fates have decided to not make me tired enough to fall back asleep.

Calvin's B-Day extravaganza went pretty well, around 50 people showed up at least to say hi and visit for awhile. Calvin gouged the eyes out of his cake shaped like Mickey Mouse and some of my friends and I commandeered the bounce house to play some anarchist version of dodgeball. KB and I got to destroy a pinata.

After the cleanup and a quick stop by home to stuff some food in my face that wasn't mostly sugar, we hit up a bar with KB, Danna, Jed and Gloria to get drunk in traditional St. Patrick's day fashion. I wish to thank Jed for the numerous mudslides that kept magically appearing in front of me and everyone else for coming with us as it was an awesome time. I was pretty far gone after several drinks, to the point that making the epic journey to the men's room tested all of my wits and dexterity. I managed to only spill one drink all over myself.

Here are a few of the things I can remember saying last night, feel free to add any I can't remember at the moment.

"That's what bar's are about! Tits and having a good time!"
"I have just been informed that I taste salty."
(after the karaoke host told us to thank our bartender, I raise my glass and say) "Give it up for the broad who makes my drinks!"
"I think my arm is covered in liquor!"

You guys rock. I'll catch you later.