Got rid of the family yesterday and spent it with a couple of old friends. Grilled a bunch of food and decided to go with a British theme with the beer. Started with Stella, good stuff. As the day progressed, switched to Guinness Extra Stout, again not bad. Ended the night with more than a few Boddington's. In the last 24 hours, I have puked all over a rose garden, swamped myself(a first!) and filled my shreddies with a thick stew the ruined my Levi's and left a stain on my friends carpet that I am sure will not come out and have to be replaced. My eyesight is still blury, my head feels like there is a troll trying to dig his way out, and my stomach may never recover. Can't wait to do it all again!