His name is Carlos.Happy Sunday!
T'was a great weekend here in McGriddleville -- Including today's lovely hangover which woke me at approximately 8:30am (after finally going to bed at 3:30). The roommate and I had a great bbq at our place, so of course I started drinking around 6. I think I went from "buzzed" to "Holy-shit-I-can't-remember-my-name drunk" in about 2 minutes flat.
Did you know its not the best idea to have 4 beers on an empty stomach?
And then only eat one piece of chicken?
Surprise! See? You learn something new every day.
Just don't be shocked when you walk 2 miles home from the bar at midnight cause the beer your drinking suddenly looks revolting, and you think your forehead is about to make best friends with the tabletop.
Oh, and of course I didn't bring my keys, so I passed out on the porch swing for an hour and a half until my roommate got home from the bar. I guess I missed a great time because some really short, fat chick tried to start a fight with her, and apparently tried to use "You smell like a campfire" as an insult. Sorry little lady, but flattery will get you nowhere.
So anybooze, today has been a fun filled day of solid couch time, mostly consisting of research for my "Movie Madness Throwback Edition Part 2" with such gems as The Lost Boys and the original Clash of the Titans. Cinematic gold my friends. Gold!
For now, my pillow is calling to me.
P.S. Why do people insist on setting fireworks off early?!