Well, after an uneventful Friday.. I get ready to show my moves on the football field. Before taking the trip up the 400 series highway, both number 1 and 3, to get to London. To get some more serious drinking done. I am going to work harder at staying away from the tequila tongiht, in hopes of remembering my night a little more. However, i'm sure by 11 o'clock, i'll be up at the bar with Tim ordering doubles to take down, and we'll be heroes for that very moment... i'm sure of it.
We are the envy of many, we really are. Co-workers are in awe of my weekly performance, and don't quite know how to process the amounts we can put down.
Some call us the weekenders, some call us the showtimers.... i'd like to call ourselves "the usual suspects" though. I'm really oging to lobby for that title, I really am.
Anyways, like the say, behind every good man is a very tired woman.

I'm gonna go get my started right, as they also say... breakfast is the most important meal of the day... thats why i'm going to skip it and make myself appreciate a good wendy's lunch that much more.

check back in tomorrow for the damage report.