Lisa and Paul headed up the masters class with Diane and I .

At 35, it's not too often that I get to go to college parties anymore. Enter my friend Jessica. She hosted a really fun Halloween party Saturday night. Diane, Lisa, Paul and I headed up the masters section of the party. There were so many guys drinking Malt Liquor I thought Snoop Dog might step out at any moment.

Benefit of being 35 vs. 23. I don't drink malt liquor anymore. No Colt 45, No Ole English, Hell don't even bring me any PBR, I don't care who says it's cool, I ain't drinking that shit. Now before you start to think I'm rocking with Buddy the leg breaker too much let me say this. I had a big bottle of Rogue Dead Guy ale (I thought that was in the spirit), and a big bottle of Rogue Hazelnut Brown Nectar, and just because I was starting to get my groove on I had a bottle of blue moon wheat beer. All so tasty.

Down side of being 35 is that I can't drink like I am 23. I got home, didn't even feel that drunk at all, all of sudden got bed spins. And then I got really hot, I knew what was next.
I sprinted to the bathroom and blew chunks like Mount Saint Helens erupting.