The Makings of a Good Day

Yesterday was awesome.

Lets diagram the makings of an awesome day, shall we?

First, I had some of this, which has done a pretty consistent job of making life generally better for me (and, as a matter of consequence, those around me).

Then, I goofed off for a bit and nursed a mild hangover brought on by Friday's End of The World party. 

Then I had some of this:

Then I decided to go to the range. Aside from some standard West Texas Wind, it was a great day. I took Monty McKillsomeshit, and woke him up from his half-century slumber.

Hello, Beautiful

Performance. 

On the way home, I just couldn't help but feel great. I had some Buck-O-Nine blaring on the stereo, and a total disregard for keeping hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times. 

Jeep: RamAir for your junk.

Sure, I'll wear my seatbelt. I don't know how much good it'll do, but, okay...

After that. I had a bit of a hang with my hermano Juanchito, then was served some Colombian food in the shared apartment of a Kazakhstani and a Colombian.

Then I came home and slept for 12 hours.

I don't know what you did last Saturday, but it probably wasn't better than this.