F.S. Players: Jeff and Tricia

After living down the street from Jeff and Tricia while I was growing up, they decided that the wide open spaces of Texas were no match for the unrivaled beauty of New Jersey, and left Austin for their old home. Fast forward 13 years, and I am once again spending the night at Jeff's place, staying up too late, and making a general ass of myself. Replace our home frozen Dr. Pepper popsicles with Adult Beverages, a Garth Brooks Cassette Tape with my rockin' MP3 collection, and the Sega Genesis with Jeff's large collection of children's books (for teaching children--I'm told) and it was like nothing had changed. Unfortunately, earlier that day, a veritable perfect party storm had been concocted earlier that day consisting of

A) Jeff finishing his first year of working in a school
B) Me not really having any company to get redonkulous with in three weeks.
C) Jeff thinking he had lost his summer school tuition due to a registration mess up
D) A well stocked liquor cabinet
E) Having seen each other only once in the past 3 or 4 years.

So what all did this result in? The answer is that I threw all of the sound education I learned in college out the window, and mixed beer and liquor, liquor and me, and didn't stick to one specific drink the whole night.

"But Colin, that is really stupid!" You're saying.

Hey, if mixing dark beers with Scotch with Bourbon with Vodka with Saki with Probably Something Else is stupid, then I'm an idiot.



I'm an idiot.