10 times better than drunk dialing, it's... drunk blogging!
The computer is in the room I am sleeping in at Theresa's, and I couldn't resist.
It's 6:15 in the morning, and I just got back. First we hit the Joint for a few drinks and a good band, and then Jessica took me to one of her buddy's houses. It made me nostalgic for the Millbrae boys back home. The only thing different was the accent. We played drinking games until the wee hours of the morning, then hit the Huddle House for grits and eggs and bacon (just like Millbrae House of Pancakes, but with grits). Way fun.
The only thing is, I am about 3 years older than the oldest of them. Written down, that looks like the nothing that it is. 3 years? That's nothing. It takes twice that long to get a degree, right? Good, I don't feel so old now.
I am old enough that I need bed now, so this entry is over. Stay young, y'all.