I have exciting news: this is the first of a series of vlogs that Eddie and I are HOPEFULLY going to be posting. Apparently all I have to do is fly to a different state, Uber to a sketchy liquor store, personally deliver this questionable alcohol to Eddie's house, and then he'll finally contribute a post to this blog.

Eddie wants to pick up even more flavors of Johnny Bootlegger when we visit Portland in February. My tastebuds will hopefully have recovered by then.

After this barrage of artificial flavors and colors, Eddie and I headed over to Stoney's to try to find him a lady. Stoney's is a country bar. I don't like country. I'm pretty sure I was too ethnic to be in that bar. The building was also freezing, so I spent the evening shivering in the corner in a wool peacoat downing well whiskey to try to stay warm. After all that, Eddie didn't even find anyone he liked. Still a fun night out, though.

I'm exhausted, friends. At this point, I've been up for almost 24 hours. See you in the morning.