I was hit in the head with a beer bottle on Friday night and it was full. I had placed it above the door frame to step outside and upon my return to fetch it, the bottle tipped over and dropped right on my head. Did I mention it was full? It then hit my shoulder and then the floor, disappearing into the crowd with chuckles and comments from the Peanut Gallery. Yay. After that, I decided against trying to find it. If you know me, which I'm sure you do if you're checking out my little out-of-date blog, you also know that this is a typical type of occurrence for me. It was, however, at the R Bar. Usually only good things happen to me when I'm there. Like when I met Chuck there. GREAT guy.
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