
This morning I awoke to a splitting head ache that had RIO written all over it and when I say "morning" I really mean afternoon. I am going to go ahead and blame B-rett and his birthday. It seem like everytime he has something going on I get involved in a night of general debauchery and I wake up hungover. I take full responsibility for drinking all those tasty tasty drinks but had it not been for THE CELEBRATION as B-rett likes to call it, I wouldn't have found myself swilling down some of those famous marg's at the RIO. Mmm.... RIO. I think they put something addicting in those margaritas, oh right Tequila.
No crazy RIO stories this time. Remember getting stuck in the construction zone JACKIE?
After bar hopping from Coopersmiths, Steak Out, Rio and Pitchers we returned to the BCM for some poker. I managed to win a $1.45, but DB Steve took my fourty-five cents because we didn't have exact change. Its not so much that I care about the forty five cents, but I think what gets me is that DB Steve got it. Who invited that guy?
The DENVER BRONCOS had another close game this week in Kansas City, barely losing in a 45 to 17 nail biter. "This was not a fun game," said Plummer,"....it was a bad day" followed closely by his now infamous middle finger. Remember when the BRONCOS used to play like they really wanted to win.......yeah me neither.