RoverPundit

Ooh, my head...

What a weekend. Hung-over out of my mind, and still not sure it all happened. God, my head hurts.

Executive summary -
Went to a Halloween party with Steve, met Tim Blair, drank waaay too much vodka, ate far too many Jello shots, generally acted like a fool, got 3 hours sleep, ate breakfast, got 3 hours more, ate dinner, and drove 2.5 hours home. Now, I'm trying to get this down before sweet, sweet slumber gathers me into its gentle embrace.

Highlights -

Partying with the VodkaMan and the VodkaBride. Always a good time to be had when these two are around. I laughed so much that my face feels like it's been ripped off, stretched over a basketball, and reinstalled with rusty nails and aircraft epoxy. Of course, that could be the hangover.

Tim Blair is a stud. Coming equipped with really bad wine, he proceeded to totally cement my absolute awe of him by drinking prodigous amounts of alcohol, consuming many Jello shots (there's a first time for everything, right?), and staying entertaining and witty despite these incumberances. Not only that, but he's a gearhead like I am, willing to spend hours discussing the finer points of hot rod bikes and cars. Truly a gentleman and a scholar.

An amazing weekend. Now, I think I'm going to go pass out.

G'night.