Success

Or?
Ok, not success. We had a session Friday night. Wasn't terribly successful. The rum got the upper hand.
I had to sleep over at Dan's house. I slept in his "studio". Dan is in the process of converting several hundred VHS to DVD or categorizing them to sell them on ebay. As such there are several stacks of VHS by the hundreds on the floor. Dan asked that I sleep with the lights on so that if I woke up to pee or whatever I wouldn't knock the stacks over. I argued the point with him to turn the lights off based on this solid argument: I was no longer wearing shoes and therefore it was impossible for me to be clumsy enough to do such a thing.

Is that how it was Dan? I don't know. Drinking is silly and pathetic sometimes.