Day 8: What was I thinking?




Sometimes when you go out on the town for a night of drinking, you end up a king with an adoring queen.






And sometimes you wake up being a king, but with a queen that drives you so crazy you are about to fall over.








Yet, sometimes you get lucky and she's just a small stuffed scarecrow loving your button eyes.




Or you end up like me: half sober realizing that you are being laughed at uncontrollably by rednecks while you are gnawing on the stomach of a pink scarecrow cowboy while muttering, "This is a great date. I love what you have done with the place! Honestly, I think I love you. No, really you like watching cartoons in your underwear! I do too!"


Last time I go for a bite outside of an Applebee's at 2am on a Sunday $2 Pint Night.