Epic evening last night for skeeter’s birthday. Bottle service at Falcon means the drinks kept on coming. Which in turn means that I went to bed at 5am then woke up at 10am hung the fuck over. Angie’s sounded like a good place to sop up the goose, patron, champagne, and whatever else it was that made it’s way into my system last night. This is pretty much what I get everytime I come here: chile relleno and tamale combination plate…this and hugs from our beloved server. I feel a tad bit better. Happy Sunday everyone. Tonight will most likely be staying in and playing black ops. Ha.