Beer, that is.
But, I digress. First of all, the actual bowling sucked last night. I had 3 of the worst games I've had in a very, very long time. I don't recall my scores (best to forget them), but I do know that only one of them broke 100. And I think it was a 101. Gawd. It was embarrassing. So, we only won one of our games (thanks to Crystal; otherwise, it would've been a total scratch), and while we were pondering why we (ie, "me") were doing so poorly, we stumbled upon the reason: The bar was out of Bud Light, so we'd been drinking Miller Lite!
Dammit. That shit threw off my game!
Of course, I still drank plenty of it. Too much, perhaps, as is touched upon above. And after the bowling, some of us lingered at the alley's bar and had more beers. Again, not truly needed because this morning I had a head that weighed about 100 lbs. Thankfully, I don't teach on Fridays, so I get to sleep in if I want to, and I took advantage of that, then took two Advil and have drunk (yes, that's the correct verbiage) two bottles of water so far.
Ugh...how is it that beer can go down so smoothly (even that crap Miller Lite), yet it can mistreat me so thoroughly the next day? All I did was love you, beer; why can't you love me back?