If only crazy days happened all the time. At least I got hammerated on Friday with the Brian of Tracy Fame. I ended up hanging out in Beverly all weekend, which pretty much precludes any kind of huge adventure. Good times were had, but it wasn't run into walls and trip over (possibly)dead hookers kind of fun.

You know, the kind of fun you don't tell anyone about because it is, mostly, prosecutable.

The coming weekend will see me in LA witnessing the old roommate and super-genius Chris getting married to the old friend and world-saver Sarah. It will be a good time. And I will be getting trashed on Sunday with Fishman and Kara. That's gonna be one painful, painful drive to the airport on Monday. Just how I like 'em.

I drink too much coffee. I drink too much beer. I am focusing on drinking more coffee so I drink less beer. I think this is a perferctly acceptable tradeoff.
- posted by Pat @ 9:52 AM