I blame this entirely on Caitlin for going back to school; she wasn’t around to keep me under control.<br/><br/>I get home from work, crack a beer, and head in to the garage to work on the motorcycle. Finish the beer, put the bike back together as much as I can with the parts that I have, and then BJ gets home.<br/><br/>When BJ enters the garage, we decide we’ll play his favorite game called “Drink the Beer.” He plays this quite often, but I usually don’t partake. Anyway, we drop off our rent, come back to the house, and end up in the kitchen where I force him to partake in a little game I play called “Hat Trick” (it involves vodka, a shot glass, and the number 3). With that all done, we decide it is time to play Counter-Strike. OH YES, COUNTER-STRIKE.<br/><br/>I heat up a dinner, grab another few beers, set up a piece of wood on my bedroom floor (he has a laptop and wants to play in the same room as me… WEIRD), and get to playing. Maybe four hours, a half bag of tostitos, a half bag of bagel chips, a moldy wheat thin (room was dark, couldn’t see it), and maybe four more beers later, we’re done. A good night had by all…