This was the week when the dreaded age field went up by one and I am forced to contemplate being even closer to my death than I am to my birth. Or I can just drink and drink and drink and not contemplate anything but why I suck so bad at Beer Pong these days.
I also got revisit an old friend — The Libertine. A fresh review of which is coming.
- 4 – games in a row my Winter League team has won
- 5 – pounds little Zoë weighed on her first trip to the Vet.
- 8 – the number of women who held Zoë at the Barley House after Wednesday night pickup
- 0 – the number of women I held at the Barley House after Wednesday night pickup. It’s official, I have no game.