pretty funny

Today's dooce post about the raccoon in her chimney made me laugh, especially the pictures.
Last night a group of us took our very young writer out for drinks to celebrate his birthday. I lasted about an hour and a half before I had to go home and make sure Nero was OK (which he was, except for being restless and smelly). DM had said his goal for the night was to get drunk (he had a designated driver, yes). I found this sort of amusing that he actually had set this as a goal, as I am much more the accidentally drunk type, as in, "I just had two sips of my drink and now I'm drunk. Damn low alcohol tolerance." Ah, what a difference a decade makes, eh?