SUNNY, SUNNY SUNDAY!  As days of the week go, Sundays are pretty close to the top of the list.  You can sleep as late as you want (like the drunk stripper on our front room floor) and the food you eat while watching football doesn't contain any calories (even the week-old leftover pizza from that box the dog was chewing on in the corner).  And to top it off, if you wake up in your own home (or car) instead of jail then you have all of the memories from Saturday night and you don't have to pay the price.

Ah yes, Saturday night.  All over the world (we know because of the 2008 Riding4beer World Tour) people go out on Saturday nights, they order expensive drinks made with flavored vodka and they hope they get lucky.  We're no different except that we order pitchers of cheap beer.  Nothing says "success" quite like a pitcher of beer and a stack of food stamps on the bar in front of you.  We're not really into conspicuous consumption but sometimes we just like to flash a little bling.

So, the results are pretty obvious.  When we rolled off the sofa-sleeper in our trailer this morning there was WenCrysaliss (an out of work stripper known as "Pink Jetta" that lives with LaHonda down in space #22) passed out on our floor.  Look, we're not good a measuring things (even though we do know that size matters), but anytime you wake up and there's a stripper asleep on your floor (even if she is still wearing most her Hot Dog on Stick outfit) it was a pretty good night.  And now it's Sunday, this pizza ain't bad, there's football on TV and cold beer in our fridge...

      
Bartender "Sonny" just keeps the pitchers coming!                            Oh yeah, and he also assists in drinking them!

      
Here's how we know it was a good night last night!        Today we walked WenCrysaliss back to LaHonda's trailer.