Last night I got the best email on Earth- a school closing alert. This alert mixed with the depression of watching the Pats lose the Championship game was all the motivation I needed to stay up late (11:30 PM) and drink some beers (4).
I know what you’re thinking. 11:30? late? only 4 beers?
I’m old. In a few days I’ll be on the wrong side of 25. I love saying that because it sounds like I suddenly crossed into the “bad” part of town and I’m no longer allowed back to the nice area.
To be honest, as long as the wrong side of 25 has chipotle online ordering, I’ll be fine.