My body is running on fumes. Why may you ask? Well, let's start with the fact that I have only had four hours of sleep last night. Don't feel bad. I have a huge grin on my face. Yesterday, I got Drunkity Drunk Drunk with my BFF's at Good Friends. I blame it on the New Orleans Saints. They haven't scored more than two touchdowns in a game all season. With every touchdown, the bartenders at Good Friends give you free shots of cactus juice. The Saints scored 28 points before halftime. Sluuuuuurrrrrrr.
Between all the pre-football beers and four shots, I was quite the drunky boy last night. In fact, everyone kept using brutal honesty in telling me how drunk I was. Those who hung around me had to wisely guard their nipples. Last night, I was a nipple tugging fiend. What can you do? I was smiling. While the Shrew was away in DC, I was spending time with my friends who are the most fun. I couldn't think of a happier place to be.