Drinking and driving.

I forgot to mention that I recently went drinking and driving. Fortunately, I wasn't driving. My cousins and I were driving up and down the main street near my apartment, stopping in for a drink at each bar along the way. We only ended up at three different places. Two of the bars were in a shady part of town so we opted out until we could get some muscle to escort us. During our little outing, we decided that it was quite silly for no bar to exist with a boat ride in it. We spotted a rundown, little bar along the road (near a creak, no less) and decided we were going to buy it, renovate  it, and instate a new sort of BYOB: Bring Your Own Boat. The last place we ended up was founded in the early twentieth century. We were tipsy at this point. The Budweiser girls sign on the wall, we decided, was an original piece from 1908. So was the bathroom. And half the liquor on the shelves. Maybe the bartender, too. We had a good time. That's what it's all about, right?

I had quite the good time drinking wine and rearranging my apartment this evening. That's definitely what it's about.

:)