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September 18, 2007
October-F#ck
Turns out, I didn’t need all those reasons to crack open a beer tonight. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you all chimed in with fantastic reasons to bust open a frosty Sam Adams Octoberfest. But the thing is, I actually, truly have a fantastic reason to go drink until I wake up tomorrow morning on my lawn with my pants around my ankles.
I can’t get into everything tonight, since I’m exhausted and looking to demolish half a case of liquid gold back there on the porch, but sufficed to say: I walked down from the top of my hill, heading to my apartment, and encountered what could only be described as a modest brook emanating from beneath my porch.
And by brook, I mean a flowing body of water.
I don’t mean to say there was a river flowing from my apartment, since that’s overkill, but I didn’t wonder who left the hose on in my absence. Turns out, well, no one: I spring down to the basement and find a lovely surprise awaiting me.
What happened next…and happened next…and what happened after that…well, I’ll leave until tomorrow. Whet your appetite for a bit. I will say that there was more drama packed in those three hours than in most Miramax Oscar contenders. Way, way, way more shizzle than “The English Patient” just went down tonight here en mi casa.
But my eyes are heavy, and my beers are cold, and this tale will simply have to wait another day.
Trust me: it’s worth it.
UPDATE: OK, it's Tuesday morning. Only managed one beer, and the problem, while mostly contained, isn't over. Stay tuned.
Posted by Ryan McGee at September 18, 2007 10:25 PM
Comments
AVAST!! if ye be needin' an reason to drink some grog, today be national "talk like a pirate" day.
Posted by: mri at September 19, 2007 12:15 PM