Hola Bitcholas,
The show went out for dinner last night. Found a steak joint and ate like viking kings. I remember that part. When I woke up this morning, the available evidence suggested that we drank like viking kings too.
Well, at that point I wasn't sure that "we" did, but I was certain that I did. Misery, however, loves company...and I got it.
When I rolled into work, Robin was the first person I saw and she immediately commented that she didn't feel so great...and that the copious amounts of alcohol were to blame.
A little later Miles showed up and looked like he'd been beaten by Johnny Walker, Jack Daniels and their friend Jose Cuervo...and he admitted to feeling precisely as sh*tty as he looked.
This brought a smile to mine and Robin's faces. It's that whole 'misery loves company' thing again.
Then Mike shows up and feels great! F**k Mike.
I'm outta here. Enjoy your weekend and do what you do best and STAY BEAUTIFUL!