I wear the pants

At the beginning of September, Sean and I were in Ft. Collins, CO for Nate and Erin's wedding and spent our first evening at one of the local brewpubs. After a day of travel, we managed to complete a pitcher of stout and most of a pitcher of some pale ale with only a few measly Southwest Airlines peanuts in our bellies (Ok, we did have some tasty brick oven pizza, but it doesn't really help the alcohol absorption if you eat it after a 3-4 pints of beer have already gone down the hatch).

Let's just say my bar game skills only improve with inebriation. Although I did lose the first game of pool, I beat Sean for the next consecutive 3 games, then 4 sets of ping pong, then annihilated him at darts, and finished off by out-drinking him (thank you, Deutschland!). I rule.

But shhhhh, I told him I wouldn't tell anybody.