It has only taken a year and a half, but I finally broke into the Flying Saucer’s Top 10 alcoholics in KC. I also have the strong urge to change my name to the Six-Fingered Man for the next week or so.  To celebrate, I’m going to go drink some beer at a bowling alley this evening.

Only 15 more beers until I get my saucer on the wall.  When my daughter grows up and asks why I wasn’t around much for the first two years of her life, it will be nice to be able to take her into a bar and show her all that her father has accomplished.