We hosted a keg party in the backyard this weekend. It was absolutely fantastic for me to see old friends and act like a 20 year old for one night and one night only. That's the good news. The bad news is that apparently, when you are 40 and party like a rock star and have the cops show up and stay awake til 3, the next day you might not be terribly useful.
Bloody marys at the Irish club to the rescue. My favorite thing about the Irish Club is that we pay some stupidly small amount of money every year to subsidize liquor. Total cost for 2 bloodies, a shirley temple, and a milk = $3.
Granted, the bloodies are terrible and are basically just vodka and V8. But every bit helps when you're stupid enough to pretend to be 20.
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