3rd time's the...Drunk

So a week ago I traveled (without Tracy, if you can believe it) to New York for the 3rd year in a row at Brooklyn Brewery's Pigfest (all you can eat, all you can drink). Although thunderstorms were predicted for the entire day, and Lisa, Ann, Laura and I were all coming off of a wine tour of Long Island the day before, we somehow got our asses out to Brooklyn right at the start.

We lucked out, the rain stopped almost immediately, and we got started on our day. While Lisa and I stockpiled beer, Laura began practicing her flip cup skills:


Earlier than normal, a flip cup table to end all flip cup tables started up near to us, so we of course jumped in and dominated- I believe there were approximately 30 people per side, so you sometimes couldn't even tell when each round had started:



Jacob, of course, made the mistake of playing for the opposite team, and received the full brunt of my scathing shit-talk:

We somehow made it back to Manhattan in one piece after a very cozy cab ride (do I recall correctly, and did our driver ask me to sit on his lap?), and I had to say another farewell on Monday to Manhattan.

Now I'm in Delaware (Hi, I'm in Delaware) for training at my new job, just got back from a weekend in Nags Head, but I'll let Tracy tell you about that since she was the one to take all the pictures (and if she posts any of me in my bathing suit, I'll delete them in .5 seconds). My date for the weekend was a 4-year old with a love of danger (and kicking, but you take the good with the bad).