132013Sep

The Elkridge Furnace Inn

It was rehearsal day. A time for me to drive around the beltway and head on up to Columbia. But of course, I had a splitting headache from the endless number of drinks last night. There were shots I believe, shots from my old friend Jameson. What a prick. So during my groggy drive, I did what you kids shouldn’t do at home, look up a place to eat while driving. It’s worse than texting. Come on, you’re pretty much looking at food porn. Porn and driving should never go…

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