well, I went down to Media, PA to see Pakman's new house on Friday night and had 3 beers over like 3 hours of chillin' and smashin'. So I crash on a couch at like 2, wake up around 6 and start driving home to grab some breakfast with my parents before heading off to my high school reunion. On the way there, I figured out that I really didn't plan on getting up @ 6, so w/e, I had plenty of time to hit the gym up. So like, somewhere around 600-700 meters into my swim, I was feeling pretty alright and decided that it had been way too long since I'd swam butterfly, so I do a 50 of butterfly. Upon completing said 50, my stomach not-so-kindly reminded me that there was still alcohol in my stomach and that I'm not in even close to the same shape as I was in in high school. So yea, a couple minutes later I was in the shower and my head and stomach wouldn't stop hurting and then i puked. So then I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and there were dice in the mirror. If anything I can say this cab is rare, but I thought, naw, forget it, "Yo homes to Bel Air!"
Then I had a delicious breakfast.