Motley Crew........

Fockin' wrecked. Yeah, that sums up last night. The VP of PI wanted to go out to "have a few drinks" to celebrate my buddy, Dan, upcoming marriage. We go to the good ol' Fox n Hound across from my apartment complex. I walk over from my place. I'm drinking the Goose Island 312 all night and switch over to red bull vodka's with everyone else. I don't remember leaving but I do remember wandering my apartment complex trying to find my entrance door. I was all over the place and eventually found it. I woke up wrecked and had to pack for Tulsa, OK. Amazingly, I got to work on time and am functional. Man, our VP can drink his arse off.