Got an e-mail from my former bosslady today telling me that the massive amounts of beer and Mexican food we consumed last night while bar-hopping like a couple of 20 year-olds? Not a great idea the day before work filled with meetings and lunches and stuff. Like she had to tell me; I slept in two-hour increments the whole night, and I'm quite sure my stomach is trying to crawl through my esophagus to get out for some damn air. So what am I doing to make it stop? Drinking a Pepsi. Thaaaaaat's good.

She and I went to the Cubs game yesterday (they won! Woo!), and then we went to, in order, Bernie's, Cubby Bear, Bar Louie, Heaven on 7, Twisted Spoke and El Jardin, eating and drinking our way through just about each one of them. It was a beautiful thing, especially since Sunday, I had this horrendous craving to drink. Seriously, I don't think I've ever had an urge to drink as mad as that. I didn't, which is probably a good thing given my current state of mind, but still, man. Yikes. It was about as bad as any horniness I experience.

THAT just conjured an image I really didn't need. (Hint: Me and a bottle, and not in the normal way. Iccccccch.)