Trifecta

I must concur with Bre this morning, that storm was out of control. Unfortunately I was already up and working before the craziness. And that’s actually not a bad thing. I’m finally off the crappy project and back doing what I do best. And that’s a really good thing.

And I can’t really complain beacuse I didn’t go to bed till almost 2. Listen very closely people. We all know about Fake Hunger. It’s that sensation you get after having a few drinks, when nothing sounds better than some pizza, or a burger and fries. You know the feeling. Don’t lie.

A nice Jr. Double Cheesburger with no Cheese (I have learned that I can’t say Jr. Double Hamburger and that I must say Jr. Double Cheeseburger with no chese), and a good sit on the couch after some beers. Perfect, right? No. I highly recommend that on your way back from the drive-thru that you hit your local bowling establishment. Yeah, you heard me right: Bowling. Melissa, Tiffany, and I hit good ol’ open-till-3-am Texas Underground after a whopping hour at Nasty’s last night. Yeah, if I can’t get jazzed about a night of drinking and dancing at Nasty’s when I’m actually at Nasty’s, it probably means that I’m getting old, but I gotta tell you, I was making George Constanza jealous with the eatin’, drinkin’, and bowlin’ trifecta. If this keeps up, I gonna have to start hitting the gym.