The Irish Pub | 06/10/05
Meetings, meetings and beer. My demo presentation was killer and we're only a budget proposal away from acceptance. I also got a call for a job from the State I applied for in NOVEMBER. Only retards work for the state. Except for Bob and Ricky. All the rest are retards.
We went to the Irish Pub for Jamie's 22nd birthday party. I'll spare the gory details but suffice it to say there was plenty of stumbling, falling and car cleaning involved. Good thing I was the designated driver.