Sorry we misplaced it. It's close by, really.
We engaged in the Ghost Hunters drinking game last night, and in so doing recalled a few more points previously undocumented that required a drink...
~someone plays a practical joke on someone else
~they send Chris in as an experiment anywhere
~Steve gets scared of ~anything~, not just spiders
~someone injures themselves during an investigation. -this was actually added on after they investigated the speak-easy near San Fran and Grant fell from the ceiling, tweaking his ankle.
Anyway, I have a hangover. Steve is great for prompting shots, all I'm gonna say.
What's interesting is that ever since my birthday it's been an odd relationship between myself and alcohol. I used to be able to enjoy it without getting completely blasted. But now I'm finding I don't like the taste, and I get drunk with lasting consequences FAR more easily. The scientific part of me find it very hard to believe such a change in physiology could happen in one week to bring about these new reactions. Same goes for cigars, I'm afraid. :( Almost sad my former vices disappearing like this.
I keep meaning to blog about the Wizard World convention that Bob and I went to. Much fun. Lots of people dressed up. Lots of comics! And we watched Shin-Chan for a bit. Overall a good time, but there were photos and it deserves more than a three sentence blurb. Think I'll go write it up over on LJ.