You already know about the weird email, so we’ll just go right to the party, where the margaritas were tasty and the Pabst was always cold, and where this dude told of eating contests in which he ate 9 pieces of Mama’s Pizza in 7 minutes. Also where Drew, Donovan, Rob and myself debated the merits of driving to Lincoln tomorrow night to see Def Leppard and Bryan Adams at Haymarket Park (we still haven’t decided — tune in Wednesday to see if we actually throw down $52 to go). Where everyone discovered how awesome I am, that I can win a bet by naming three members of three different arena rock bands — Journey, Foreigner, Styx — you bet. And also where we discovered Drew had seen Loverboy in concert not once but TWICE. I mean, Loverboy? Really? Nice. I guess you had to be there. At the party. Not at Loverboy. Good lord no.
And then Saturday. Man, just when you thought it couldn’t get more nuts than alternately drinking Pabst and Margaritas while arguing about 80s hair bands, there was Saturday night. Good lord.
There was some other stuff like drinking Natty Light and eating Godfather’s Pizza at the pool. But the real story of Saturday night starts when we arrived at the Mai Tai Lounge at 11pm.

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Premiered the movie of our Pittsburgh trip last month to rave reviews last night. The surprise Top Gun ending was my favorite part. I did that at 3am after the Mai Tai Lounge. When you’ve already done 6 versions — none of which quite met my standards — what’s a 7th, after a few beers, shots and mixed drinks, when The Colorado is somewhere other than in your garage, like, say, the bar parking lot? Exactly.
And for the record, the 7th version is OK. Everyone else loved it. But I’m such a critic of my own work. I mean, if you believed my opinion, you’d think this very site was crap. I think it is, most of the time. But other people seem to enjoy it.
Not as much as seeing Loverboy TWICE, but it is occasionally entertaining…

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