its fantastic!
this past year at the Division 1 bracket finals at US 13, my dad and I promptly went to the bar after the racing was over Saturday night. He said he was only gonna buy me two beers (he knows better), well, he bought me two, his buddy bought me two, another guy bought me two, and they all bought me two at last call. Then we went out and tailgated the beer left over from the entire weekend out of the back of my jeep while we were trying to look at a map and figure the best way to Cecil County to race the next morning. Neither of us could read the numbers, but he used to drive a truck so he was like i think if we take this to here to here it'll be our best bet. Well, we called it a night around 3 or 4, and then he called my room around 630. He's all happy and awake. I told him to call again in 10 mins. I finally got up and was still completely gone. I had to drive behind him towing my trailer. He stopped for fuel, told me to go to micky d's to get us all breakfast, i went in and the smell of grease made me want to hurl. I made it up to cecil, no longer drunk but extremely sick. I only ate the hashbrown and orange juice from breakfast. And then went 5 rounds in Super my first time at Cecil.
edited on crazy slow wireless for an extra guy buying me beer in there.