The cheese and the damage done...

On Friday, I met up with a good friend for several drinks and the too-too-delicious Mexi-dip combo at Sneaky Dees (oh, guacamole, how I love thee).

He confessed to spending much of the week drinking a tad much. One night, he went to some event/party, where the venue was practically empty and the liquor was free. He swears he had only a few drinks...

Yet the next morning, he awoke.

With half a wheel of unidentifiable cheese in one hand, and a fancy uber-sharp cheese knife in the other -- and no memory of how they got there.

Ah, liquor... truly a liberator, a prison and a party all in one fell swoop.