Rare form

Jamie, had you stuck around last night you would have witnessed a drunken stuper that I haven't had in several months. Eight Fat Weasel Ales from Trader Joe's do a fine job of making you forget taking pictures of your wife's cleavage from across the room.

Michigan Becky was here and witnessed the stampede of 5 people that left our apartment soon after it became evident that I was done. With time they'll learn that the party goes on even when I do not.