Home is where the beer is

I came,
I drank,
I don't remember
-Irish Kevins, Key West, Florida

I had to be on the road early on Sunday morning to catch my flight. Four hours of driving after about 2 hours of sleep (I left the gang just after 1 and slept like shit. What a waste of time) is rough. I felt like I was losing it on the highway a couple of times. So much I had to get some caffeine in me.

But I made it home ok. Soon after my plane had landed, I found myself back in a bar drinking and watching highlights of the early football games. I capped off the day with a birthday dinner with my friends and found myself passed out on the couch at 8:30.

Thankfully, I do not have to work today.