Won a bet with 8man last night that Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros would get done with their set before 11:30. The wager was a beer. I had already had more than enough to drink, and should have just gone home from the concert, but felt like I should go cash in on my free beer courtesy of 8man. When we arrive at Kelly's, 8man has purchased me like a gallon of beer in the biggest cup I've ever seen. I felt like I was going to die all morning long, and have vague memories of getting back to my house and finding a mushroom in my backyard, it pissed me off that there was a mushroom there, so I spent like the next 30 minutes scouring the backyard for more mushrooms in the dark, on my hands and knees, muttering curses at all the mushrooms (that didn't end up existing). I'm also pretty sure that I ordered Jimmy Johns delivery and answered the door in my scivvies much to the dismay of the female delivery person. Not my finest moment. Would probably do it again though.
