It’s true, he’s taller than me. But drunkest Colorado blogger? Yours truly, hands down. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find my pants.
And my wife, too. Because one of them has my wallet.
It’s true, he’s taller than me. But drunkest Colorado blogger? Yours truly, hands down. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find my pants.
And my wife, too. Because one of them has my wallet.
I’m still drunk. We’re going to Taco Bell now.
Soon we’ll all be sober. But I’ll still be tall.
I am the lefthanded arm wrestling champion of the blogosphere. Fear me, for my powers know no bounds…
And soon the entire blogosphere will have access to high quality video of the champion in action…
Damn, my camera sucks. Most pictures came out too dark. Maybe I should RTFM on how to set brightness.
Christ, I woke up trying to pull the cotton balls out of my mouth. I don’t think I appriciated how well and truely plowed I was until I woke up this morning…. And of course, there’s no hangover cure quite like bouncing on airplanes all day.
Taco Bell? I thought profound drunkenness demanded 7-11 burritos. Maybe that’s just a sufficient condition.
I’ve been to the Wynkoop, about a decade ago. I would’ve showed up and posed as a blogger just to get the free drink. If I still lived there.
When I was there, the Buck Snort in Sphinx Park had great beer and great food, if a little off the beaten path. The surrounding area was sadly lacking in hotels, etc in case of utter stupidity, though.
Now that you have proven yourself time to face the real boys. Come to the next London blogger boozer at Perry’s and we will show you tolerance. (Granted Tom B is not up to much with da booze but there always has to be one.)