So Truesdale called me on Saturday night because Mickey was having a 30th birthday party up at Tiny's. I was a little apprehensive about going b/c I had not seen a majority of people from high school in over twelve years.
So I went to pick up John and we headed to the party. Jeez, dang near everyone had really seemed to let themselves go. And a lot are married and have kids. That is fine; I just chose a different path.
Anyway, John insisted on hitting the shots, and we ordered round after round of Rumpleminz. Next thing I now, I woke up freezing cold at 3:45am in the passenger seat of my car, parked in John's driveway, puke everywhere, glasses broken, AFV beer koozie MIA.
And that is why I should know better than to drink liquor!
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