Playing beer

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.