See this? This is me on the very cusp of full-blown intoxinebrication. Only sheer willpower and the desire to keep an eye out for my friends keeps me on the functional edge of it. Anyway, the Rockstar Party was a blast (typsie's birthday, you know), and I went as a good ol' boy Southern Rocker...yes, this means it was my normal wardrobe, plus a Harley bandanna and my Stars-and-Bars cycle gloves, but who cares. I have the body to go as Meat Loaf, but I don't own a frilly shirt anymore.
Anyway, damn good times. And now, time for bed. (*insert loud, long Rebel Yell here*)