All in all, it went great. No one threw up, passed out or got arrested. All-in-all we were a little subdued, but I think that we were a lot drunker than we thought. I came home and looked at my shoes. My tan colored Pumas are now black. booboo. My shoulder hurts and I don't know why. We made it to my house last night and Jill promptly threw-up. The pizza may have been a bad idea. I got up this morning and took a shower and got dressed, dried my hair and did my make-up. I took Jill home and then came home and took a nap. Good thing that I bothered. Ehh.
I thought, being cool as I am, I would try and combine everyone's posts about last night and throw in some pictures that I took. I didn't take many, my camera doesn't have a flash...
I was able to say "I am not a pheasant plucker, I am a pheasant plucker's mate, I am only plucking pheasant's cause the pheasant's plucker's late. The first try after hearing it once at Char-Bar.
I came home with $26
I didn't make any drunken text messages or phone calls!
I smoked four cigarettes.
mudcat01 left after Surly Girl to go home... and get more drunk.
I don't recall any brilliant drunken ideas.
We finished bottles at the Rossi, Abbracci, Mac's and maybe the Press Grill. That's quite an acomplishment
Andy got his truck towed by those mother-fuckers at Shamrock Towing.
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