• Intense filing & sorting and house-related phone calls at work until about 4 PM, even though summer hours meant most people were gone before 1.
  
• Don my lucky Twins visor and head over to the Booty Barn for some pre-game libations with Derek and Vogtman.
  
• Muck shows up, all of a sudden I am getting my ass handed to me in quarters.
  
• Call 333-3333, the only phone number you can remember after a couple hours of binge drinking.
  
• While waiting for the cab to show up, squeeze in a few more drinking games and fill a borrowed flask with Grey Goose le Citron
  
• Hop a ride to the Metrodome on the Blue & White Taxi express to watch the Brewers take on the Twins
  
• Pass out during the 7th and 8th innings, waking up in time to see the Twins win and pretend as if I hadn't missed a thing.
  
• Shuffle over to Bullwinkle's, grab some pitchers and a deck of cards to play "Ride the Bus," en route to an encounter with the bouncer who was clearly not having as much fun as we were.
  
• Hop a ride on the Haysmobile back to the Booty Barn, and crawl behind the wheel of my car knowing I'm in no shape to drive.
  
• Wake up at 5:30 am, cold and somewhat confused, and still behind the wheel of a parked car
  
• Join 2 other cars on the road on the way home and crawl back into bed to sleep off a ridiculous hangover.
  
• Susan calls around 7, which wakes me up and makes me realize that the time to vomit has arrived.
  
• Sleep until noon, getting up just in time for some galf...
  

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