I know, I know, I'm totally slacking. Super busy lately, what with a ton of crap going on at work, the wedding last weekend, moving this weekend, etc. Now with the Angels on th e East Coast, my ability to see entire games will be challenged greatly. I'll do my best. That's how much you all mean to me....*sniff*
Happy anniversary to Matt and his wife Emmanuelle, neither of whom I've ever met, but about whom I've read a fair amount. Sorry about the puking incident, though.
It could be worse. Two weeks ago at my buddy's bachelor party, the best man got so sick that he was forced to leave early and had to be picked up by his mother. That's something you never live down. He blames the Bubba Burgers, but hey, nobody else got sick. I'm guessing it's gotta be a pretty humbling experience to ask the stripper, who was in the process of giving him a lap dance, where the bathroom is. One of the other groomsman has termed the illness "stripapukalikis", which I mention only because he's a teacher, he's bored, and he'll probably google that term at some point. Hope I spelled it right, Po.