1. After a night of drinking & bar hopping (Speakeasy, 21st Amendment, Sudachi's, & Lush), I woke up Saturday morning with pain in my right knee. I didn’t get sh!tfaced or anything, I “maintained” the entire night, and I remember everything.
-being side note-
Lucky Chances was a horrible, horrible idea. No one but Jay finished their food, and everyone was ready to knock out, except for Jay, which is another story in itself. He had roughly the same amount to drink as the rest of us, with the exception of the “trailer trash” that Mark & I had (shot of Tennessee whiskey & a can of PRB. it was horrible, just very BAD idea), and actually had more to eat than the rest of us, yet he was still “ready to go” at the end of the night when everyone else was ready to knock the f@ck out.
-end side note-
I certainly do not remember banging my knee against anything to cause such pain. There aren’t any discernible marks on my knee that would indicate any physical trauma. It could be gout, but I’ve only ever had it in my feet, and I typically have never had any episodes of gout after a night of drinking. So I’m chalking this up to old age. F'n A.......
2. On Saturday, I went to the Beer Olympics (basically a beer festival) with Mark & Albert. We got the VIP to get an extra hour of unlimited drinking (4 hours instead of 3). I drove, so I had to limit myself, but I started off at a nice pace. I had 5 different (4 oz.) beers in the first 10 minutes. I think I stopped around the 2 hour mark at 14 beers. I was more full than drunk. I sobered up the last 2 hours, by not drinking (obviously) and by eating. So I was full of beer and full of food, which eventually led to food coma. I was ready to knock the f@ck out. But I still had to drive home. Mark & Albert were basically in the same boat, as they knocked out on the drive home. Scarily enough, I nodded off more times than I can remember, and I am probably very lucky that I didn’t get into an accident. But thankful we all made it back home safely. At 7pm. As soon as I got home, I set my alarm for 10pm, so I wouldn’t sleep through the night, and then immediately knocked out. Well, I don’t remember the alarm going off or me turning it off, and I woke up at 7am the next morning. And yes, my right knee was still hurting.
In short, I only drank for 2 hours, maybe the equivalent of a tall beer at Applebees (22 oz. brewtus), ate 2 slices of pizza & sweet potato fries to sober up, and all that makes me knock out for 12 hours. Mark actually wanted to go out afterwards and continue the festivities, but I was uber tired and just wanted to get back home asap. Sad, I know......
At this rate, I’ll be eating dinner at 4:30pm, going to bed at 8pm, and yelling at kids to slow down and turn down the music. I’m getting old 
