Wow. Up at 11:30. shadowdaddy up at noon. I suspect five pints might have been a lot even for him. And I don't think I've had three margaritas in one night in ages. Next time, I need to remember to order orange juice when I get to the point where I can't feel my face. The macaroni and cheese shadowdaddy made for me seems to have been a good thing in general, but breakfast is called for in short order. And behold the advantage of sleeping so late, for we have beat the long brunch lines at Crave, I do believe.
Mmmmm. Breakfast at Crave. And I'm all showered and feel like myself, only the hungry version of me. See ya!