I always feel especially accomplished on the nights I am able to go out and get drunk; mostly because usually I’m home watching movies on my laptop with a cat under each arm; not that that’s a bad thing.

Last night I went to Fashion Forty, a bar an old friend of mine co-owns.

I wasn’t there to see him though in the past I used to visit him every once in a while since I work around the corner.

Once when I stopped by, he didn’t appear for an hour.

When I finally saw him, I told him I had been looking for him, his response was,

“Yea, everybody’s looking for me.”

I didn’t bother to visit him again.

Get over yourself.

There will be more drinking in the late afternoon at my company Christmas party at Spanky’s Barbeque.

I’m going to have to get drunk just to deal with being in a place called Spanky’s.

$@bs