jumping the shark. one more time, with feeling.

i knew this day would eventually come, but goodness.

since my epic christmas party last december, there have been a four pack o steel reserve hanging out in my kitchen. because, really, who the fuck drinks that garbage? and why was it even brought to the party to begin with? certain questions aren't meant to be answered, i suppose.

anyways, corinne attempted to put back one while on vacay and while being funny. but, well, she took one sip and realized that ish is gross. the other was consumed by this one dude, this one night. but that's whole other story bout jumping the shark.

so, last night, in the midst of clearly not thinking, well, clearly, I polished 'em off. i guess in some ways, someone had to do it. i should probably keep decent beer in the house to prevent such ridunkulous behavior. i should probably do a lot of things. or rather, not do a lot of things.

nontheless, that was a record for the longest period of time alcohol has gone not being consumed in my home sweet home. congradulations, SR, you had a good run.

my head hurts.