chillin' with the 26 year old villin'

26! because that's old, i must make it stand out. OLD I SAY! my bestest friend is old. ha ha! i'm poking fun. he's exactly the opposite. conceding to him being old is like me admitting i'm getting old. and i'm just not willing to go there. yes, i'm getting OLDER, but by no stretch of the imagination am i OLD and therefore neither is JA.

pub nights are good times, expecially when talks of God and Catholic conspiracies are involved. there was acohol consumed, which basically would explain how we talked about this on JA's birthday. but don't worry, he didn't mind at all, the 5:30 ratio of shots to minutes of consumption kept him in a happy state.

that's 5 shots in 30 minutes. Jack Daniels, Jose Cuervo, Keith's, all my favorite men were not very nice to him.

i must correct the "happy state" i was informed that at around [11.13.04] 3:00 am-EST he was woken by the worst headache EVER. yup, that'll do it to you.

cheers to our blue steel moments, i'm not exactly sure how this came up in the night, but cheers to not remembering either!

** one must remember, i didn't drink. why I specifically do not remember anything..i'm going to blame on getting OLD, MENTALLY MATURE