Well, I'll be frank. We basically rocked the hiz-ouse last night, and it was a tubular time.
Afterwards, Jerry and I found ourselves in our kitchen, knuckle deep in hummus (after drinking, a rockstar always needs a snack before bed) and arguing over who was stronger. So, we had to arm wrestle.
I'm sorry to report that I am not stronger. He let me use both arms, and I still didn't win.