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And so...

I did manage to get rip-roarin', snot-slingin', Jan-Hammerin' drunk at the Dovre last night. To the point that I puked up half the evening's PBR's in the john. And yet, I somehow miraculously managed to keep from making a *complete* jackass out of myself in front of The Girl. Score one for the home team.

There's something intangibly sexy about girls with boys names. And I've never met a girl named Tyler before. Here's to bizarre infatuation!