"Undermining my electoral viability since 2001."

Leave It Open


For the official record, you got home by gypsy cab with Squiggy, Matty and I. On the walk from the cab to the front door, you got your foot tangled in a fence, fell over and then took a rest on the ground. Matty was thankfully sober enough to notice that I was standing on your drivers license, and I found the rest of your stuff in the snow. It was a rather epic performance. ;)

Thanks for the drinks and making sure I got back to the right neighborhood, even if you don't remember that part. ;)

Ahh Josh,
I'm both sad and glad I wasn't there to witness the journey from cab to front door.