[jims69camaro]

sometimes there is value in grabbing a bottle of wine (or a coupla hot toddys), a good blanket and the company of your loved one.

i do not miss the craziness i used to be a part of, almost on a daily basis. yeah, it was fun, even the time i cracked the drummer's head open with a gatorade bottle (they used to be made of glass!) he just kept pestering me until i chased, he ran, both of us out the back door and on the kitchen counter by the back door was the gatorade bottle, so i grabbed it on my way out and as i hit the last step down off the porch i let it fly. i'll never forget the whistling sound it made as it careened toward his head... then, thunk, as it hit. he opted to not get stitches because they would've cut his hair (at least around where he would've had the stitches)... and of course hair length meant the world to us back then.

but i digress. hanging with that special someone far outweighs the craziness.