Joann and Corey went up to Munich this week for Oktoberfest. They only spent three days up there, but had tons of stories to tell. So last night, Johnny, Corey and I went to Joann and Jake's house to hang out and toss back a few.
"Tossing back a few" quickly turned into "all five of us getting smashed," which was aided by some strange alcohol Jake brought back from his recent trip to Romania. I was surprised Joann and Corey were drinking at all after the amount of beer they consumed in Germany.
We somehow made our way to the basement where Johnny and Jake played a few tunes for us. Even more miraculous, we actually made it up the stairs, too.
As the wee hours of the morning approached, Johnny, Corey, and I decided to walk to Johnny's house and crash. It wasn't too far of a walk, but Johnny and Corey kept wrestling in the middle of the street and inciting all the dogs to bark. None of us were feeling too wonderful this morning, but I'm sure we'll all be ready to do it again by next weekend. Thanks to Johnny for letting us crash on his couch. By the way, I love this picture of him. You can practically see the alcohol in his expression. Priceless.
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