Bastard

So after a wonderul night at Mulligan's wednesday, I come back to prepare for the big St. Patty's party at the ol' apartment here. Then what, to my surprise, do I find waiting in my belly? The oh-so-grandiose stomach virus that's been passed around the locals lately. So instead of boozing it up and enjoying myself at what i hear was one hell of a smash, I spent the night sleeping in the spare bead at my mother's. Hell. A little bit of hope though, that my having puked all over the living room and bathroom throughout the morning got someone I don't know a little bit sick.

In the end, ol' TMFJW took me on a dandy little trip to some hot springs up in the mountains today. Not a bad way to come down off a horrible sick. Funny thing is, from what I'm told, TMFJW didn't bring jack to the party... yet he walked off with $4, a case of bear, and 1/4 bottle of decent whiskey. Not a bad haul for the man. Not a bad haul.