The Pink Shoes
On game day, Thursday, I went out with a friend for a few beers. I bought a couple of six-packs, but my friend isn’t much of a drinker, so I ended up having 10 beers. She left to go home or maybe to meet some friends—I’m not sure. I swung by my house to get ready to go out again. I don’t remember if I drank more beer while getting ready, but I headed to the bar where some childhood friends were meeting to watch the game together.