Penalty! Roughing The Drinker: Ten Yard Penalty.

Alt Title: Andrei, you’ve lost _another_ submarine?

Sweet Merciful Crap.
Those were the fist words out of my mouth this morning, as I glanced at what was not my alarm clock.
Stupid phone and stupider phone alarm clock.

I awoke this morning, with a new label.
Not labels such as “Linux Geek” or “Stargate Dork”, but more like “Referee”.

I awoke this morning, in the swanky big suite of the R Bar, with black lines (referee stripes) down my arms, Willcore and Referee written on my fingers, and Referee written across my neck.
And I had a Starnes Moustache™ drawn on me as well.
They drew a fake moustache over a real one. *Sigh*

Last night was the 2005 Shot Olympics™ between Haley and Kat, and I was the referee (and apparently bookie too).
And while I had a whistle, both of the contestants wore helmets. With good reason.

I’m really trying hard to formulate into words what happened last nights guys. I am.
It’s hard.

Okay, so we did many shots of Jameson at the R Bar, Molly’s, The Shamador, Molly’s and the R Bar again.
Kat ended up wiping the floor with Haley.
And that reminds me. I ended up on the floor of Molly’s with Haley, and on the floor of the R with Kat.
Jesus, we were some drunk idiots.

On top of that, we stole another painting from the Shamador.
(Another, I hear you say. Well, I’ll have to tell you the tale of the first another day).

So yeah, I’m here at work, with ink ghosts on my hands and arms.
Hooray for long sleeves.

Hopefully, I can get pictures for you. Because there are many. And they are ridiculous.