Oh, shit. I am not sure as to whether I am still drunk or just really hung over. Anyway, I got my sake cherry busted last night, which got me off to a rolling start at about 6:30. I had to switch to water at about 10:30 to slow the pace and ensure that I could be conscious and standing at midnight. The odd thing is that, even though we had Timo and B from the Unemployed over, for whatever reason they did not seem interested in my single malt, so I still have plenty left. Off to Tucanos now to gorge myself on Brazilian BBQ! Happy New Year!
Dammit Stamps. How many times am I going to have to tell you: THIS IS 'MURICA! We don't drink any of that pussy shit! Next thing your gonna tell me is you like sipping French wine and that you want me to try some cold potato soup.
Since I live in Nob Hill, I may as well live in france. Seriously, my brains were rattling around in my head this morning and it sounded like a jar of pickles. That sake shit will sneak up on you. Mippin' feesh!
