YoungJRNY wrote:Oh God damn you beast. MEDIC!

What kind did you get?
True story ... Dean and I snuck down to the bar at PF Changs (under the ruse of "going to the bathroom") when we were in Vegas having dinner with Lula, Lynn, Mel, Gayle, Rhiannon, and a few others (pardon me, to anyone I forgot). We walk up to the bar and he orders 2 beers and 2 shots of Jagermeister. Then he looks at me and says, "What do you want?"
Then there's the whole Yankee Doodle's debacle where I got wasted during an NBA Finals game 2 years ago and started referring to Kobe Bryant as "the rapist." Not a really good idea when you're in a bar in CALIFORNIA.

Anyway, that night, Dean and I must have plowed through 30 beers each.
I went and passed out.
He went to work.
The moral of the story is that the dude can drink ... and I mean drink.
