I Thought You Were Going To Cover Me

During my break from typing down stuff that happens to (and near) me, I thought some other person was going to go ahead and guest write for me. Apparently, that never happened. The idea of writing the last couple lines was funnier in my head. Now that I read it.... not so much.

Portland Summer Brewfest was awesome. We poured on Friday night and then spent Saturday drinking from open to close. I got way too hammered again, which was awesome. Bill and I decided we would figure out how to get home only when it became necessary. Pete and Christie were kind enough to not only drive both of our drunk asses home, but we also made a wonderfully tasty stop at Fire on the Mountain for some incredible wings. Great way to end the day.

Since returning home from Canada/Kansas, I've been catching up with all the work I missed. It's busy again, like usual. It's nice to be busy, but now I need another vacation. Stupid work.