Sometimes you get the beer, and sometimes the beer gets you.

Saturday night, the beer got me. Oh god did it ever! It all started well enough, Char and I met Joachim, Tiff, and Jeff to watch the fight and drink some beer…when we stumbled up the street to our house, I knew I was in trouble. Sure enough, I was am mess, and even now, almost 24 hours later, I still feel like crap. Ugh. No more beer for me until at least late July.

Ugh.

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