Ripped it up pretty thoroughly with Jim Ward last night. After four or five (9%) beers there is little that remains in my memory. Don't think I was as unfiltered in word as I was in thought, but I may have to confirm that with Jim. The lasting thing is that I somehow managed to wear the wrong coat home so now I am in a taxi on the way back to my apartment (from Misa's place) and I have to hop on the old scooter and head back to Billy Barew's Beer Bar in hopes that whomever took my jacket returned it today.
Total monkey wrench in the plans as I had hoped to spend the day cleaning, finishing up New Year's cards, and shopping for the New Year's eve feast. I love hanging out and swillin', but one of these years I have to learn when to say when. I smell a New Year's resolution in the offing.