last night I had dinner with my friend Vicky at Coach Sushi.
Bottomless sake. 'Nuff said.
For whatever reason, I followed that up with a Forbidden Island run for my friend Paula's birthday.
Um... yeah. Wow.
This morning was... tough.
Today: Firkin Fest at Triple Rock. As I write this, I'm quite... um... tanked.
Thank goodness for BART.
Good beers, though.
I'm going to regret this later.
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Wait...hold on... You went to FI *after* Coach and then washed the whole thing down with Triple Rock today?
I'm not sure whether I fear for your liver or I'm flabergasted by its fortitude. The answer is probably "both."
Dayum, boy.
hair of the dog
There's a difference between "hair of the dog" and the whole darn pup, sir.
Here's hoping you're recovering quickly.
At least this didn't happen to you
http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/thehangover/
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