Obligatory Post-Super Bowl Entry

Defi and I were on opposite sides of the Super Bowl, so we're not going to delve into the outcome of the contest here unless y'all wanna see the aftermath of a war between a jarhead Jew and a large Czechoslovakian black man.

I hit a couple of low-key parties with Lala, nothing crazy, especially since I was driving. Just some Parrot Bay on the rocks at the first one and an interesting concoction at the second.

I don't know the proportions - I can get them if anyone really wants them - but a friend mixed natural apple juice (the cloudy looking kind), Goldschlager and Captain Morgan into a kind of uber-cider. It tastes pretty much just like regular spiced cider, but packs a decent kick. I had a nice buzz going after about three cups, and Lala reported today that she woke up with a wicked hangover. Since she spent a day drinking vodka and champagne for Gasparilla without getting one, I take that as a sign of the drink's potency.

I didn't get a hangover, but like I said, I was taking it easy. Plus, if apple cider ever gives me a hangover, even spiked apple cider, I might as well shoot myself.