Night of Hijinks

I opened my purse this morning and found a large stack of Berkley Front coasters. Which reminded me that I had stolen them from the bar last night in a spurt of drunken rebellion. My spurts of drunken rebellion are so lame. Most people get a tattoo or take home a random stranger but I steal coasters. And they're not even good coasters. They're just that cardboard crap that says "Beer. Good." I think I'll use them for Family Dinner tomorrow.

Then later, Austin, Dan and I left a drunken comment on Beckie's blog. It seems that technology is moving us from the drunken phone call to the drunken blog comment. I wonder if she'll figure out that it was us.