Bob & Bob

News Flash!

Further Research Shows that Brandi Can Drink 3 Beers and 4 Caipirinhas and Still Fully Function the Next Day.

(But don't come over because I'm still in my jammies. But because I'm lazy today, not because I'm hungover. Let's make that Very Very clear.)

Yesterday started out normal enough. The plan was to go to Old Dominion Brewery for a tour. Which we did. Go to the brewery, that is. But as we drove up, after a 45 minute trip out there (me stuffed into the back of a Nissan between Tater and JB), and got out of the car (like a bunch of circus clowns), the first thing we saw was a sign on the door:

"No Tours Today."

And we all slowly turned and looked at Tater, our Social Director, as the other 4 cars of his co-workers and their wives converged on us. He started sputtering and his mouth hung open but because he's THAT anal, he was able to produce the email from the VP of Marketing with whom he set the tour up. So while he went in and looked for someone to yell at, we all went into the restaurant and got us some beers. Because if you can't look at beer, then drinking beer is the next best thing. It might actually be the first best thing.

Long story short - no tour, lots of beer and BSing and lunch. And we renamed all the boys Bob so the girls didn't have to remember everyone's names.

Jeff and Singing-Lisa came too. And they brought their friend Bert who we also named Bob. We had heard about Bob for 10 years. We had never met Bob. But now we have and we LOVE Bob. He is hilarious and an Apple guy and a Nikon guy and a former Navy pilot and Tater's long lost twin. See?



The night was still young when we left the brewery so we came back here and got take-out chili. And drank Caipirinhas, allowing me to have fun and conduct my important research at the same time.

Drunk Jeff:

Drunk Brandi:

Drunk Bob:

Drunk Bob:

Sober Singing-Lisa: