Consummation
365.
Think about that for a second. 365 days. In a row.
That’s a lot of fucking days. As you may know, that’s 52 weeks (plus). 12 entire months. Even more phases of the moon. Like 16 feet of snow, probably 150 inches of rain, a shitload of toads. (Some of these may be estimates, but you get the general idea, 365 days is a long fucking time.)
And yet. And yet, Marty Wombacher has dragged his ass to a bar every day for the last 365. Here’s the list. And it’s a fucking good one.
We’re proud here at THEG to call Marty a friend, and we sincerely congratulate him on accomplishing what is an awesome feat. We also had the honor of tagging along on a couple of memorable (at least for us) nights on his crawl.
So here’s to you, Marty.
And don’t listen to those fuckers who want you to take weeks or months off of drinking to “recuperate.” What kind of way is that to celebrate? Maybe a day. Maybe. Then get right back on the horse.
Thanks for the shoutout and all your support this year. Without people like you, EV Grieve, Jeremiah, etc. I wouldn’t have been able to keep going. I’m at the airport bar in Peoria right now and hoping my plane takes off in the snow. I’ll be back on the horse soon, in fact I just ordered a beer at the bar here. Cheers!
P.S. Nice Faces video! I’m on beer number five at the Peoria Airport after two double vodka and orange juices. They just announced that my plane is going to be yet another hour late. The chances of me getting arrested again at an airport? I’d say it’s 50/50. Cheers, beers and puppeteers.
Sounds perfect for day 366.
No weather here yet, good luck beating the storm back.