Ass-Kicked

Woke up with a hangover. Last night I went to see one of my favorite local rock bands Mule Shoe with a bunch of my friends at a local watering hole. For some reason, every time I see these guys play, I get so drunk. Perhaps it's the atmosphere, or it could be the music, or perhaps it's the good company, but I seem to pay for it the next day. Most likely, it's a combination of all the above.

I would consider myself good friends with all the members of Mule Shoe. I have supported them since the bands' inception in 2002, and I have had the opportunity to jam with the odd member on occasion. Birds of a feather flock together, I surmise.

Managed to hitch a cab ride home at 3:00 in the morning, fix an omelet for a late-night snack, and promptly fell asleep. I don't stay out that late very often anymore. I pay for it for most of the subsequent week. I think I'm getting too old for this all-night partying thing.