The Janitor Saw Me

It’s hard to believe a week has already passed since we were in Dallas.  Actually, at this exact time one week ago, I think I was passed out due to drinking pretty much non-stop during the previous 24 hours.  Nice job, Sammerz.

Our trip began with our flight being delayed by two hours.  It wasn’t all bad though, as this gave us ample time to gulp down plenty of $9 beers from the airport Chili’s before grabbing an Auntie Anne’s pretzel and boarding our flight, on which we continued to drink.  By the time we made our descent into Dallas, we were six songs deep into an epic mid-air, drunken lip-sync battle.  (I hate myself for using the word epic.)

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