I watched the game with some neighbors... some die hard NE fans. I want it to go on record that I was gracious and kind when the Giants scored that final touch down. I only taught their 3 year old daughter to say "Suck it Pats" instead of "Suck it Pats, you cheating pile of steaming dog poop." I think I'm growing as a person, don't you?

After the game I met a girlfriend at a local townie bar for a beverage. I nursed 1 mixed drink that the bartender kept topping off with soda for me. By 11:00 I gave up all pretense and switched to just water. My girlfriend had a rough weekend and was looking for a friendly face to support her while she drained every bottle she could get her hands on. The girl was hammered! I played darts with an asshole bar-fly and the bartender. 1AM on a Sunday night is pretty slow. I think I can count on 1 hand the number of times I've actually heard a bartender say "last call." Last night was not one of them. There were only 4 of us there at that point and he just closed out everyone's tab. He zeroed mine out for me. WooHoo!!!! I should also be clear that I am the best wing-man EVAR! She hooked up and called in sick today to sleep in with her new boy-toy. I on the other hand went home alone and still hauled my ass into work on 3 hours of sleep.

For the following I'm going to blame Jenny over at Bloggess. I cannot say No to such fabulousness!

My tat - And yes, it is a Picasso.