Where was the phone call last night? Remember, the one where you call me at 11 and tell me to go home? Granted, it would have broken my New Year’s resolution of no more drunken phone calls, but I haven’t been doing so well with that lately anyway. It seems that I’ve also found a new use for the Bennigans Time Crunch Lunch stopwatches. Normally they count to 20 and your meal is free if it’s not there, but I use it to gauge the amount of time I’ve been pounding beer. When I hit 6 hours last night I had to leave. Unfortunately I just ended up going to Rock Bottom for dollar drafts then back to Bennigans. My excuse is that Briggs made me do it. Then I did that bad habit thing (but not that other badhabit thing that I stopped doing for my New Years resolution). My excuse for thatone is that Ed made me do it. (sorry, being a public forum and all, I can’t revealthe identity of said bad things) Speaking of beer, the phrase “tasteslike beer more than it tastes like anything else” sounds a little fishy to me.FYI: My plans this weekend are to Do Nothing. Please do not interfere with them. Thankyou.