of shots and stories...
So. yesterday (the 29th) was my brother's 21st birthday. He called me at 1030 in the morning saying that like the phoenix, he will rise again. He called me at 3am saying that he puked after lots of shots (lovingly provided by a bartender friend) and that I kind of sounded like a man, so I should put some curlers in my hair, or do whatever it is those "girl-people" do to not sound like men.
And now off to work. Bah.
And now off to work. Bah.