Days Thirteen & Fourteen.
I both kept inadequate records over the weekend, and am tempted to plead the 5th on the whole thing.
I’ll just confess to the worst of it: too much Paleo Krunch (aka krack,) two glasses of whiskey at Pekar’s going away party, three glasses of wine after Blanco’s opera recital, and possibly a little bit of chocolate in there somewhere as well.
