So I went out for a few drinks with by buddy Sal last night. We usually swing by a local Applebees because it's centrally located, has has 7 or 8 tvs lined around the bar so that we can watch almost any game (it's easy to watch soccer, hockey, the Red sox for me, the Yankees and Mets for him, etc.) We know the staff there and have a good banter with them, and practically next door is Shannon Rose, which is a little more of a fun, loud, colleg bar scene when we are feeling nostalgic.
So the night began easily enough, with a tall Samuel Adams for myself. (Tall is 20 or 22 oz., not sure) I had a second, and when I ordered my third we made the call to knock down some shots, and up came 2 Jagermeister shots. Still not too bad, but we were just getting started!
We ended up with another round of shots on the house, then I got another shot from a friend of mine there. We rolled out and walked over to Shannon Rose at that point, and started up with a couple of red bull and Vodkas - and then I had a Rogue Dead Guy Ale, my favorite Ale. -
Needless to say, my 37 yr. old body is not accustomed to that level of drinking. Oh, and did I mention I didn't have any dinner? -
I woke up this morning with a splitting headache and it basically just went away. I had some coffee this morning, gallons of water, some aleve, took a nap, put an ice pack on my head, and ate lots of awfully unhealthy crap (the best to sop up the leftover booze and feed my body's cravings: Sausage, Egg, and Cheese croisannwich, and later on for dinner thin crust pizza with sausage and pepporoni, along with a caesars salad.
The gym beckons to me for tomorrow.
1 comment:
Amateur.
BTW, 5 in a row for the Empire.
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