This weekend we went to the birthday celebration of Mr Randommeats. His parties involve a) homebrew, b) his 20 best friends from college and earlier, and c) some of the Guy Family. In this case it was me and mr guy, and Random's wonderful mom and brother.
We got into town early and tooled around. In the distance a beautiful pink hotel caught our eye. We stopped to take pictures and wanted to see the lobby, and before you knew it we gave our $99 to The Flamingo Motel, an architectural wonder of the kind that is mostly extinct nowadays.
So on the way to the birthday party, I saw a used clothing store with a $5 rack on the street, and bought some pull-on pants and a t-shirt ("Everybody loves an Italian boy") and I was jammie-fied and ready to have some fun. Which we did.
As soon as we got back to the house (Guy Family Brewing), one of the revelers started setting up his cot, so "when it's blackout-30 all I have to do is crawl over and get in."
We're old, so we turned in after the corned beef and cabbage and before the keg stands.
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