Friday Night's Rager and Thursday Night's Family Dinner

I get crazy at triple keggers

The past few days I've been running around getting in trouble at both homes: Minneapolis and Seattle. Friday night we hosted a raging party here in Seattle, where Gabe's estimate of seventy people went through two kegs, four bottles of booze, and finally, two cases of PBR. We had a crazy dance party in what some day might become our living room, supplemented by a DJ that didn't get the party moving until I started dancing like a fool turning all the ladies in the room on.

It was great to see so many old friends gittin' down: Marcello and his lady Katie, Brian the Iowan, drunk Kelsey, Elizabeth, Sarah, Andy. When we weren't dancing there were keg stands in the kitchen and a haze of cigarette smoke to breath in downstairs. Thank you to all who came and weren't afraid to party-hardy.

The night prior I was in Minneapolis where I spent a few hours with my family. I got to drive my dad's '89 Lincoln Towncar named Big Lou, had an amazing roast my mom had cooking in the crock pot all day, and a glass of wine with Grandma Alice.

A pit stop at home during the horrible grind of a work week

At the end of my Burnsville visit, I drove little Betsy home to Uptown where we enjoyed a Wondrous Punch and a Leinies at the Red Dragon. Sandy still works there, only now as a bartender and will be visiting Seattle some time in May when she'll be on the other side of the counter drinking with me.

A quiet drink with Little Betsy at the Red Dragon