Rum.
Rum with... Sprite? Me? Yes. Please don't tell anyone I was drinking rum and Sprite on NYE while watching Stuart Scott in a bar called Whiskey River.
The funny thing is I almost believed that Tejada had come to town in a crazy, Phyrric trade.
Know what else is funny? I dropped my zippy license and cash thing somewhere and no one stole it. It was on the floor near the bar and NO ONE STOLE IT. How the hell could I even fly home with no ID? But it doesn't matter because NO ONE STOLE MY GEAR!
I'm going to "Gilbert" tomorrow! I see hash browns and scones in my future. Possibly more spastic camera work and Facts About Dave Roberts.
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