Well, I hope everyone started the year right and were as drunk as a skunk last night (legally of course. You minors stay away from my booze) Lord knows I was. I still find the effects of alcohol to be almost magical at times. I mainly speak to the fact that I know and remember going to see the wizard of the John for an hour and a half puking my guts out and then made another hasty pilgrimage to the porcelain city an hour later. I have bruises all over I don't remember when or how I got them because I couldn't feel the pain at the time yet somehow my brain still thinks that last night was incredibly awesome and wouldn't mind repeating it. Curse you alcohol and your ability to separate the actions and consequences in my mind to keep me from learning important lessons!

In closing I would like to say, Mr. Daniels, Mr. Cuervo, you're both bastards, but I will see you again on Valentines Day.