Obscure lyrics…FTW!
The only thing to cheer oneself up after Felix Hernandez….(baseball Jesus??) leaves a game with tightness in his elbow is to go out drinking with the Ultimat Frisbee team.
Writing a paper tomorrow should be an exercise in interesting.
I’ve found that drinking with the Frisbee team is often a game of “let’s see who can find the crappiest beer in the world and then drink a lot of it.” Oh, and then there’s usually frisbees flying around whoever’s house we’re in.
Well we went to a Turkish dinner (very good, btw) and then to a club. So yes, while the beer wasn’t great there were no fisbees flying around. The shot of tequila randomly thrown into there was good though.