I think maybe I had forgotten how much fun being drunk can be.

It was a quintessential Friday: a three-hour nap after work. I got a kickass mix CD from Colleen. Shout out to Colleen. Then we practiced, then the show. But of course the real fun didn't start until after-hours, which was held on the porch, or as Leah and I have taken to calling it, Portugal. ("Would you like to come spend some time in Portugal?" "But of course.") Ransom passed out and fell off of the porch swing at least once. We drew on him with a Sharpie, which is de rigeur. A random guy came up onto the porch, accusing us of making fun of him because he heard us say the word mullet, but then we pointed out that we were only singing along with the Wesley Willis song "Cut The Mullet," and he seemed appeased. Win called me. Shout out to my man Win. Eventually it was only me and Dino and Tim, and the sun was starting to rise. We were still drinking Old Styles and talking about music, and occasionally Dino would shout, "We're survivors, man! We made it!" Finally I walked home enjoying the first sunrise I've seen in a long time. The hangover is worth it. Definitely worth it.

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