Excuses Excuses So my brother-in-law-to-be

Excuses Excuses
So my brother-in-law-to-be Rick and I head out for steak and beers last night, and decide to pick up the girls (my Melissa and his Lisa) after they get off work. The four of us end up at a great little Irish dive on Garden of the Gods — and closed the place.

My head is not pounding. The entire condo is.

We may be a leetle slow this morning, so bear with us.