Saturday, January 28, 2006
Peachball and the introduction of Klepto
After a long, hard night of drinking and drunk sleepwalking into my room thinking it was the bathroom, Snidge has finally roused herself off the couch. Her first words:
We're pretty sure there was no vomiting this time, but since she tends to barf quietly, it's anyone's guess.
The night started off at Three Floyds Brewery in Munster, where I must wholeheartedly endorse their summer brew named Peachball -- holy shit, that's some good, strong stuff. Very nice for those who can't quite appreicate the taste of just plain ale. This is where Snidge was also introduced to a broad who shall forever more be referred to as Klepto because of her propensity to steal the remaining eyeball off a ceramic Persian cat in the bathroom of another bar we went to. Long live Klepto!
The weekend certainly isn't over yet, so I'm sure there'll be more to report.
Oh God.
We're pretty sure there was no vomiting this time, but since she tends to barf quietly, it's anyone's guess.
The night started off at Three Floyds Brewery in Munster, where I must wholeheartedly endorse their summer brew named Peachball -- holy shit, that's some good, strong stuff. Very nice for those who can't quite appreicate the taste of just plain ale. This is where Snidge was also introduced to a broad who shall forever more be referred to as Klepto because of her propensity to steal the remaining eyeball off a ceramic Persian cat in the bathroom of another bar we went to. Long live Klepto!
The weekend certainly isn't over yet, so I'm sure there'll be more to report.
