I went to my brother’s 33rd birthday party last night. It was supposed to be a surprise party, but apparently he knew about it. The party coincided with B coming into town, so I drug him along with me. Jeff went for a short while, but he had to work this morning, so he checked out kinda early. There was drinking, making merry, a very Dane Cook-esque performance by one of my brother’s friends. It was a good time. This morning, however, I feel like my head is full of fog. I think I need coffee, but there’s none to be found here, which means I’m gonna have to wait. I’m drinking tons of water in the meantime. Seems like a good idea.

I’d like to offer some witty social commentary, but I’m not sure I’m up to that this morning. I mean, I think there may have been fodder for it last night. Probably there was, actually, but I seem to be lacking the clarity to do it justice just now and I really wanted to get my 15 minutes in before the day really starts. So welcome to my rambling, fog-ridden Saturday morning ramblings. Be sure to hold on to the handrails so you don’t get lost.

Damn, I had a thought for this paragraph and then poof… I hit the return button and it erased it. I’ll just keep pushing through. Seems like a good idea. I’m wondering what you all did last night. How was your Friday? Are you facing the same kind of cloudy-brained morning I am?

Well shoot… it appears I’m saved by the arrival of my guest and my offspring. I managed 5 minutes. Better than none, and really, it’s a blessing for you.