Bloody Mary Mayday

Note: When you drink too many bloody marys you end up like this. Yes, this is a real picture and I would like to thank my family for documenting it for me. NOT.

To ease the pain of one-eyed willie and celebrate USCs downfall, I decided to treat us to some serious homemade bloody marys. They were delicious and I was fine. Really. I was just tired. I always sleep like that.

During the game, my sister and I crashed a party of old people watching the Rose Bowl in the adjoining building. One dude had just gotten a knee replacement, so, of course the party was raging. Sis and I stayed a matter of minutes, then asked where the restroom was and busted out into a mad sprint back to our own building. Jealous old southern women with bad haircuts are not fun to be around when you are enjoying bloody marys.

I haven't suffered from any new injuries today - still nursing my old wounds, although, I think I'll be back to two eyes again tomorrow. I think I'll be staying away from the bloody marys tonight to ensure speedy eyeball recovery.

Tonight is the night Sis and I steal the surfboard. It's calling our name. It will be ours.