Day Twelve of Twenty.
It’s Sunday so of course we go out drinking. We head up to Bar Kohl for a sampling of their 54 flavors of vodka. Yum. We did the math and we had 7 shots, 2 1/2 beers, and a Smirnoff Ice… each. Jesus Christ on the cross. I guess that is how you end up running through the streets of Edinburgh with the sun coming up, peeing in the streets, playing doorbell ditch, taking photos of Greyfriars Bobby, eating toast, and sending improper emails.
Day Twelve of Twenty. It’s official. My bangs are out of control. And so is my drinking.