I got very wasted last Saturday at the AQ. Blotto, shit-faced, bricked, three sheets to the wind. I didn't mean to, but I was drinking Red Breast, a very potent Irish whiskey, and I was sitting at the bar with by friend Trudy. Trudy and I tend to blather on a bit every time we see each other and not pay attention to the music or how much we are ( Read more... )