Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
I didn’t remember drinking the bourbon but I remembered having drunk it, if that makes sense. Like I had no sensory memory of the flavor or what kind of container I drank it out of, but I remembered checking off my mental to do list as show prep. When I took my second Vitamin F, I know I had already had that shot of whiskey.
I felt great. Which was good news, since in the back of my mind I was a teensy bit worried about the warning the doctors had given me about how Flexeril and alcohol could be bad. I felt fine. I felt better than fine.( Read the rest of this entry » )