An Eccentric Day

Friday was Eccentric Day at Bell's Eccentric Cafe in Kalamazoo, and the beer flowed freely (well, I paid for some of it) and so did the drunken stupidity. I started drinking at 1pm, and finished the night about 13 hours later in the back of a van full of random strangers in the Burger King drive-through. I don't know who those people were, but I do know that never before had a Whopper tasted so good to me.

I made it home Saturday around 7pm, by way of Arcadia in Battle Creek and Dark Horse in Marshall. And then what? Straight to Arbor for a few more beers. Needless to say, my Sunday wasn't very productive.

Pictures: Mine | Mike's