Super Bowl Monday.
Well, good weekend. Friday's dinner was totally kickass as demonstrated by my previous posting.
Saturday I was suprisingly unhungover. Screwed off all day.
Sunday we woke up and met Jeff and Kristen at Tin Angel for brunch. I had the San Francisco Joe (filet mignon, eggs, onions, etc.). Then I played GTA for a while (damn you hydra-mission) and people came over for the super bowl. Jeff and Kristen, the canadians, the owls, Madam Nonesuch, and her beau.
Here's what I drank yesterday:
Mimosas.
Whiskies.
Calvados (Daron is my new favorite brand).
Appletinis.
Guinness.
Some Yazu beer.
I also had a giant cigar.
I'm a winner.
The game was actually good. I think McNabb fucked the game up for the Eagles. Bad decisions.
R.I.P. Ernst Mayr.
posted by The Head @ 9:26 AM
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Minus the super bowl (In fact yesterday morning is when I first found out that it was Super bowl Sunday), I think we would get along famously. San Francisco Joe, GTA, and an assortment of liquor seem like the key ingredients in a recipe for awesome. (I myself am stuck on Tiger Woods Golf for the time being.)
I don’t know why I haven’t been here before. Kudos.
Yeah. My favorite memory from our Supa-Bowl party yesterday is when the Head ate a pizza roll off the floor. Not only did he violate the 10-second (or 20 for that matter) rule, but two dogs that were dropping a pound of hair each had traveled back and forth across that floor all evening. Disgusting. Hairy pizza rolls. Blech.
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