Tonight, our Blonde, chocolate-crazed, dog-obsessed, Kleptomaniac, psychopath of a friend, Danielle, invited us over to her home.

Unfortunately, Landon was a bit late to arrive, due to the mentally challenging, intellectually demanding, and nigh impossible task I set to him beforehand: Pick up ginger beer.

Now, I understand that ginger beer originated in the Victorian Era, and therefore his home town may not have acquired something so modern and contemporary yet.

And I realize that his masculine pride, finely trimmed beard, and general disregard for the value that others can provide likely prohibited him from asking for help or direction from a store clerk,

And I know that to some people, having the word “Beer” in the title of an object isn’t a good enough context clue to let them know that the liquor section would be a wonderful place to start looking for said object.

That being said, the panicked phone call at 7:15 (already 45 minutes late) asking what and where the ginger was, was not what I’d consider his finest hour.

Also, he’s a God Damn engineer.

Do better.

Tonight we concluded the 12 Days of Landon by going out for a night of drinking and friendship. If you are unaware of what the 12 Days of Landon are, consider it a 12 Day testament to Landon’s birthday, my need to overdue celebrations to combat a deep-seated fear of abandonment, and the excess disposable income I’ve acquired through not grocery shopping or getting those 3 warning lights in my car checked out.

(Update: I was 3000 miles overdue for an oil change, and had a nail in my tire)

(Update #2: I have 3 eggs and some brown sugar in my apartment)

The evening started off at Bel-Air for dinner. The chips were a lovely source of carbs to fill his stomach but not his soul, and the margaritas .were an excellent way to make him forget he didn’t have a soul to fill in the first place.

To be blunt, after that it was a whirlwind of:

• Landon getting drunk within 30 minutes of arrival at the first bar
• Landon running around a lot
• Landon dancing sprawled out on his floor (more of a floor shimmy)
• Landon gently falling asleep, all tuckered out and ready to wake up the next morning to exercise his shame away at the gym

Landon, I hope you had a lovely 12 Days. Please prepare yourself mentally for the 25 Days of Landon Christmas.