In celebration of Chad's new job some of his coworkers took him out for drinks last night. I was *ahem* invited along to share in the joy of his new found good fortune. We started at a pub in Harrisburg called Molly Brannigan's. I knew I found heavan when I saw Smithwick's on tap. Four pints and a stolen glass (technically I was given permission by the waitress) later I was feeling pretty damn good. While I didn't eat there the people that did gave it two thumbs up so now I'm intrigued enough to want to go back for dinner some night. Eventually we left Molly's and went next door to Bourban Street Station. It wasn't too bad. Not really my kind of place but I had a good time, did a blow job shot (the proper way of course, no hands), ate some peanuts and enjoyed part of the MNF festivities going on.

All of that fun came with a price though. I am one sleepy chiquita bannana today. Ugh. The leftover drenching from Jeanne isn't helping much either. It's dark and rainy, just the kind of weather for staying in bed with a good book. Alas, I must try to maintain some semblence of responsibility and get some chores done around the house. Garbage must go out. Laundry must be started, dishes put away, blah, blah, blah.

Oh and just in case you were wondering, this story should give you some indication of the craziness that happens at my alma mater during Homecoming weekend (see, it isn't all just me!)