Went to Louisville for Steve's birthday. Got trashed. NO DRAMA.
I forgot what it felt like. Really. I did. The count: One Youngling lager, one Sam Adams Winter Lager, one Killian's Irish Red, one Miller High Life, two shots of Heaven Hill vodka, two mint shots consisting of peppermint schnapps and chocolate syrup, one shot of Wild Turkey (101 proof) mixed into a can of Coke.
Nothing bad happened. I just got fucked up and then Nikki drove to Louisville Hall and I crashed on Mike's couch. Woke up feeling great. The only bad thing is that my new piercing took some abuse when Steve shook my head to mix the mint shot. I think it might be really infected. Meh.
Tomorrow is MLK day. I think I'm gonna go to hell in style and celebrate with fried chicken. If only I could buy myself a forty of malt liquor... :D
Going to Louisville again this week. Twice. One is a surprise dinner at Mark's Feed Store on Wednesday. Dora needed a ride Thursday and offered to pay for gas if I had the time. Life is grand, people. It really is. I couldn't be happier.
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