Today I received this awesome email which reads in part:
If that doesn’t work, you should at least consider knocking off a little early this Friday. My stupid pedagogy seminar ends at 1PM that day, and [mutual friend] and I have plans to go to the brewhouse and drink Johnny Jump Ups and Irish Car Bombs all afternoon. We’re going to get shit-faced and laugh and tell stories. The Butcher might come by after he’s off work. Sound like fun?
I don’t even know what Johnny Jump Ups and Irish Car Bombs are, but hell yes.