Because that’s about all I can handle right now.
And what’s even better than than that? Thanksgiving dessert: Stoudt’s Fat Dog with mom’s chocolate pie.
Yeah so. Followed up that awesome race Thursday by doing nothing even remotely resembling physical activity for the rest of the weekend. Unless you call eating my weight in turkey and stuffing and swigging back gallons and gallons of tasty beer physical activity. I dunno. Can your burn calories from vigorously eating?
Little did she know I was already two and seven-eighths sheets to the wind by the time she caught up with us. Which it turns out, is the perfect amount. Amirite dude?
Slept the whole way home.
They converted the building’s office space into what is now the brewpub, so these cargo containers are actually offices. The upstairs one has a couch. I totally want a cargo container for my office now.
Poppa Skull is a Dogfish Head/FFF collaboration; the Creeper is FFF’s tribute to epic stoner metal band Pelican. I haven’t cracked these bad boys open yet but something tells me it won’t be long…
Running tomorrow. Who’s with me?