The Mid-Winter Classic has begun and I am already neck deep in poor choices. My body is extremely upset with me at the moment because I played a game that had me choking down shots until 3:45am. Four hours later I was in the bathroom with a throat full of lava. No flow but I had to engineer a sloped sleeping surface out of couch cushions and spare blankets. That didn’t last because breakfast fired up an hour or so later and I was up for the day. Everyone is just sitting getting ready for the poker tournament tonight and by getting ready I mean trying not to move so the hangover doesn’t know you’re there. I am sitting at the bar typing this so I don’t have to laugh for a while. Laughter hurts. Life hurts. But my belly hurts from laughing and that is the whole reason we do this.