… drum n’ bass strikes again.

Am I hungover?

Am I tired?

Am I still drunk?

I think my vote is with number one, but you never know. I’m too old for this shit – WHY can’t I go to a bar and just NOT DRINK? There’s something about being packed into a small dark room blasting beats so loud your ears start to bleed that just makes you want to funnel vodka. Or shoot tequila. Not that I did either one. Necessarily.

Oh Phoenix Landing. You rough me up every time.

best quote of the night:

courtesy of jon. I think I want to start working that into everyday conversation. Although I just sat here and thought about it for like five minutes and I can’t figure out how one would go about making that a casual phrase.

And finally: