Running

I was here but missed the running of the bulls. I just couldn't get up after a late late night of drinking. Years ago, I would have sucked it up and done it. I must be getting old. I think I will regret this decision for at least a year. What a perfect combination of insanity, running, drinking, and a city.

The reunion was fun, but certainly the day would have been better had I gotten hit with a wiffle ball bat by girls on roller skates as I ran through the French Quarter with beer and the Rolling Elvi.