Speaking of the House of Bourbon (please note the use of the heavy-handed segue way), I allowed myself to be over-served by tender cousin Jim Beam. I can’t remember if I did the caterpillar or any other such dance moves, but I definitely remember pogo-ing on the balcony while singing along to Death Cab and BK. If my unbridled enthusiasm for our tourmates distracted anyone from their own attempts to enjoy the evening’s proceedings, then I do apologize. Can’t take me anywhere.
I sure had fun, though.
-Mark