you know my hips dont lie, and i'm starting to feel its right

hangover wednesday is the bastard child of monday. every tuesday night matt, ron, macunas, other workermonkeys, laura, and i go to $1 draft night here:


it's a great time...the beers are cheap, and when it's nice out like last night we can sit outside right on the water. in the spirit of the night, i've decided to compile lists of the good and bad on $1 draft nights

the good
1) beers are $1
2) lots of good friends go so the company is great
3) the cups look small, but measurements indicate they are indeed 12 oz, and they fill them to the top
4) the lead singer of the cover band is back, meaning better song selection and just better music
5) its like a high school reunion there
6) there's the outside seating right on the river

the bad
1) the beer is bud light (throw me some coors for christ's sake!)
2) there can be a shortage of chairs at times outside
3) one of the waitresses took our gigantic cup tower we made
4) the band refuses to learn even one meatloaf song
5) its like a high school reunion there
6) goddamn hangover wednesday

by this time (948am) i've managed to conquer the headache portion of hangover wednesday for the most part, and my stomach has felt better. but i'm mostly ok, and can certainly function. i credit that to my home remedy of 4 advil, 2 sausage egg and cheese mcmuffins, and some soda.

you wanna fight, hangover wednesday? bring it. i will punch you in the face!