Straight bourbon, on account of I got the horrors about tomorrow.
oh dear god, about 14 hours from now. Grumpy is dragging me to his 42nd class reunion. Some ass from his school got the notion that it would be cute to celebrate the fact that some of the alums have managed to make it to the august age of 60.
What really kills me is, the party is scheduled for 2 pm to 6 pm. I guess the geezers have to hit the sack early. I plan to preload, and head for the bar as soon as possible. pray for me...
Life is hard. Death is easy.