I don’t know what happened to the 18th, let’s just move on.
Friday marked the arrival of Stacy, which was a call for celebrating and so much beer.
We ate lunch at Mellow Mushroom. The Thai Dye pizza is pretty good, in case you were wondering.
I went to the post office and that was the last productive thing I did that day, because the rest of it was just a series of beers.
There was also a margarita and duck sopes, but my phone was dead by then.