The party Saturday was canceled due to the ice storms, which left half of Louisville without power. Fortunately, another host stepped up at the last minute so we could all go out and drink ourselves silly. Stevo was peer pressured into drinking half a bottle of Wild Turkey 101 in less than an hour. He followed that with two beers and a bit of rum. In the following drunken madness, he managed to babble incoherently, shout expletives, make out with a man, repeatedly thank the party guests for coming, and mumble things about weddings, including inviting me to be his "first man." Around 2:00, his innards suddenly inverted and he proceeded to un-drink whatever it was he hadn't absorbed while Sara and I managed the collateral damage. I'll spare you the embarrassing details, but he was still drunk at 7 AM. By noon the following day he was sober as a bird and feeling better than Sara, Sarah, and myself, who had to drag his drunk ass around and get him cleaned up Saturday night. Steve is a fucking mutant.
Also, the word on the street is that Republican Twittererererers outnumber Democrat Twitterererers almost two-to-one. So all you poor, Twittering fools are right up there with Dick Cheney as far as I can tell. Independents like myself don't seem to Twitter at all. I hereby rename you "Twits."
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