Day started well with MotoGP, included a trip to Dirty Frank's, and culminated with a drunk co-ed showing me her ass on High St. Perfect Father's Day, if you ask me.
I did a Coney Challenge and topped at 16 (lost by 1... Damnit!!!). I felt chili peaking up my throat. 15, and I should still have the bladder for beer... Crave case on top of coneys? Madness! Intriguing, but madness!