A few of us went to have a late night fire last night, and I ended up hitting an Owl, it flew right in front of my car while I was doing 150. We drove really far out of the city, until we were literally in the middle of nowhere. We were getting really drunk when we thought we heard ducks quacking off in the distance, then it sounded like religous chanting, then we realized it was people singing '99 bbottles of beer on the wall'. Then we saw their flashlights coming for us, and found out it was a bunch of people that were celebrating their friends wedding, and they had also picked a really remote place to get drunk. It was pretty trippy hearing them coming though.
Then today I'll finsish off the weekend with a round of golf, with a case of beer stuffed stragically throughout my golf bag, and that will be about 30 beer consumed in a matter of 16 hours....and for the beer snobs in the crowd, yes it was Kokanee, and no, it didn't taste like piss, it tasted like beer.
Now I'm off to get a few hours of sleep in before Golf. I can hear the birds chirping so it must be morning.
