Can’t speak too well

Sooo last night our little group (which was part of a bigger group called “USC”) converged onto Adams-Morgan last night for a private party.
Besides Washington DC having traffic planners imported from San Francisco (which meant that traffic dun move at all because of poor traffic planning), it was hot and sticky, which meant the club inside was hotter and stickier.
There was also a shooting in front of the club as well. DC ain’t boring!
Stayed out too late, drank too much and got back to the hotel waaay too late. And on top of it, I’m still on Pacific time which means going to bed at 0400.
Slept in today and took it easy, getting ready for the game. Then we queued up for the bus ride to Lanover, MD. It took us through “scenic” Anacostia. SE DC. At least the traffic moves quickly through the slums. It was worse than South Central!
Before the game, the local Alumni club arranged a corporate tailgate.
Trailers of Bud and Bud related beers with taps attached and lots of food. That was a good deal because inside FedEx field, it was expensive.
We won. Which is all that matters.
But by the time we all got back to the hotel (0145 or so), I found out that I blew out my voice because I was screaming, errrr cheering so hard during the game.
Bleagh.
Koff Koff.