....disclaimer

I cannot be held responsible for my:

• blatant disregard for gravity.
• painful displays of public loudness.
• outbursts of impertinent nature.
• expelling of internal organs on the sidewalk.
• whiplash mood swings.
• potential fondling of inanimate objects.
  
• inappropriate announcements of undying affection to strangers.

I do accept full responsibility for:

• The humming vibration of pain coming from my eyelashes.
• The taste in my mouth that makes me believe that I made-out with the business end of a sheepdog.
• The embarrassing stories that are inevitably going to come forward about all above stated disclaimers.
  
• The fact that I drank like a 20-something, while obviously a 30-something.
• I knew I had to go to work today, and actually work - but did it anyway.
  

All that said - thank you to my friends for coming out and participating in my painful dissent into public displays of drunken-ness. It was a rare one - but I think (as I can't say I rightly remember) that we all had a good time. And we should go back again... next week, and do it all over - as the rest of the day was still a win (at least for me...)

I'm never drinking again.