So I had a few drinks tongiht

At a fricking socialite deal with what the host called "hand crafted" drinks at lest 6 times. She then mentioned the shrimp and grits were local caught shrimp with steel cut grits... Everything was in its place... The fricking Garden and Gun club types... So, they all want to ask me about football... Oddly enough, I don't like talking about it in those situations.... But the Clemson people.... Jesus Christ. They are full blown unbearable. So, I ended up having a lot of hand crafted gin martinis. It was gin I never heard of, which was unfortunate because I got to get a 30 minute dissertation as to why it is better than Bombay Saphire. It wasn't. It tasted like Glade Summer Flower Potpourri. There are always a few Lawyers who try to one up each other on how well they know Judges. There were two that wrestled in the husky petite weight class. I regret not just punching one of them for no reason other then being smug little lawyers with fake syrupsouthern accents. I kinda made a scene though, as I made a wise crack about wanting anther steel cut handcrafted flower juice. Since I drank a bunch, they gave me a coffee... Not a coffee, but one they got in Jamaica... Blue Mountian... It was good actually, but would have been just as good if they told me it was coffee they got at Bilo. Got back to the house and made a run at the wifeish and now I sit in my chair wired from Bluemountain coffee and burping up what has become a handcrafted mixture of flower juice, coffee, and shrimp. There is a good chance I shite tonight.