One of the things everyone in the crew agreed to was no drinking on the weekdays, and only wine on the weekends. I, however, just decided to jump on this boat, so I'm currently getting ready for my first day of p90x with a god awful whisky hangover. It's actually a whisky hangover that started on Saturday morning when an angry old deaf woman screamed at me to make everyone at the party I'd DJ'd at the night before "MOVE YAOR AARS!"
Eventually I figured out she wanted us to move our cars out of the deaf jesus church's parking lot next door. Then I never got to sleep off the rest of the hangover, and it stayed at my heels all weekend like a golden retriever following anything holding a ball, or that looks like a ball, or gives the impression that it might even say the word "ball" at some point.
Sorry, I seem to have rambled. I started this post talking about alcohol and ended up talking about balls.
*ahem*
I'll be sure to post pictures of my vomit, later.
-Sean
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