Me and Chris are in the process of our big drunken blowout right now. We started drinking about 5:30, and then headed to Boston Pizza at 7:00 to meet Ken and Jessica. We hung out there for awhile, drinking and eating dinner, before we decided it was time to head 'er on over to the Moon Saloon. So we did.
The bar was pretty empty, but they had pitchers of highballs for 3 dollars. Yes, PITCHERS. It was fucking awesome.
So here we sit, drunk out of our fucking trees, drinking some more beer we had leftover from earlier in the week, drunk out of our minds. We've each had 4-5 pitchers of rye (12-15 drinks) plus a few single highballs, plus two shots of tequila. Plus the beer we drank beforehand at BP and home.
Man, is being drunk ever sweet.
Drinking with Chris is fuckin' sweet. That is all I have to report.
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