We had sort of an anti-super bowl party Sunday. I won a DiGiorno party pack, so we invited a few people over, played games and proceeded to get very drunk.
Wirecutter came up from Cali, and he and Hubbs spent some time reloading bullets. I guess that's what you call it. We ended up staying up very, very late and getting very, very drunk.
I actually had a great time though. I had it in my head that this was my last hurrah as far as drinking and eating bad food goes, and I think I actually overdid it so much that quitting will be easy. As much as I love pizza, my acid reflux is killing me. And as much as I love beer, I do believe I can go into these next few weeks without missing it a bit.
So there you have it. Good food, good friends, and a 4.5 pound weight gain. Good times, man. Good times.
The funny thing is, part of the deal with winning the party pack was you had to agree to upload photos, and fill out surveys, and do all this stuff that I kind of didn't do. So of course, I found out today I won another one. This time I think I'm just having a few friends over for lunch. And by friends, I mean family. And by a few, I mean one. I don't think I have it in me to host another party for a long long time!