Another beer fueled night in the books. Biked over to the Library and got started on a few IPAs through the remainder of happy hour, then moved on to Optimators which was a bad idea because I ended up getting in a drinking duel with Marty. Then was prompted to go hit up a hot tub with some people, again a bad idea as when you're already drunk before entering, the steam only makes the head swim that much more. Needless to say it was midnight before I returned to the Library to claim my bike and head for the house. I think I drunk-dialed Billy G somehwere in there to warm him of my impending doom and bad decision making skills. Sorry buddy. Nice ride home though in the crisp night. I think that will do it for the Library for a while, but it served its purpose to get my mind off of the grind and induced some chemical headaches. I like to think of this phase as a crucial periodization tool throughout the year that along with fishing recharges the batteries for the more mundane tasks to come.
That would be the theme for last night's outing to OKC with der boys. The trend of feeling off continues to overwhelm and I can't help but chalk it up to the "smorgasboard effect." Contemporary wisdom tells us that fusion is all the rage and who am I to blow against the wind? At some point however, I think that can lead to an assemblage frought with gastronomic peril and, worse, something that gives little Scotty D a tummy ache. Cue the scene, we had put down a few stouts and pale ales prior to departure from Stu's. I, of course, was lauded for my incredible driving ability over the perhaps 2 mile route to Cheever's. Upon arrival we ordered a couple bottles of vino and some apps. I think this is where the trouble began. The first combo would be the Malbec/Hummus/Fried Calamari/Pinot combo only to be outdone by the proceeding Merlot/Nacho/Pecan, Chocolate,& Ice Cream Ball conglomeration. Stu knew something was up and opted for a jog back to the house where ...
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