aaargh...me achin' head, lads...and lassies...
Speaking of beer, just got back from a little shindig at my boss's place, where we watched Nashville's dear little Titans go down in flames to the New England Patsies. So Tennessee's a warm-weather state, and the kickoff temperature was zero Fahrenheit. Big deal - they're professionals...
Anyway, Rounds 3-5 were dedicated to the Special Forces. Round 3 - Boddington's Pub Ale; Round 4 - Hacker-Pschorr Hefeweisen; Round 5 - Guinness. 'Twas enjoyed by all - lo, there was much rejoicing.
After that, somebody opened the Jameson's, and I seem to have lost count. I THINK I'm typing this clearly (hic).
Semi-conscious at the moment, so ah'm gonna have to take a pass at meeting y'all for DS this time around. Enjoy, and I'll see y'all when (if) I wake up tomorrow.
P.S. Is the Fellowship still making warlike noises? I'm feeling warlike. Point me at somebody and tell me when to swing the katana. Just be sure to duck - I'm a little out of it.
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