i think there is a mathematical equation out there somewhere that correlates the number of drinks i have to how chatty i get. as you well know, i do not talk to strangers. strangers scare me. people in general intimidate the bejebus out of me. but last night, by Shatner, i was on fire. it was a co-workers birthday and she was joking about wanting free shots. in my mind this was perfectly logical at that point, so i started going up to strangers, flirting with them, and getting her shots. i singlehandedly got her so drunk she had to be carried out of the bar. for free. i know this is what all those sluts at bent willeys do every weekend, but it still boggles the mind how easy it is.

it is an absolutely beautiful day outside, which is fantastic considering it rained all week. hell, it hailed yesterday evening. more than i have ever seen it hail in my life. but the sky is blue and i feel like a million bucks and i have a car full of fruit and beer ready to head to MD.

the sunshine makes me better. always.

here's your summertime song of the day.