You ever drink so much that you time travel and wake up in a mystery room in your own house. Yeah me niether. Clearly, I am lying, after a wonderful Friday night I found myself snapping awake in the third bathroom of my house. I generally don’t use this one but there I was standing in the dark with no clue where the hell I was. First things first I shuffled my feet on the floor trying to identify what room I was in, then I began searching for a light. Light found, the room lit up and I was like ” What the Fuck am I doing in here.” Yeah, that happened. it wasn’t due to the Coastal brews but the other 700 beers I had that night, and a cider provided by Tim the neighbor.
