It's not VERY often that I call (or text) Beast as I leave work and ask (demand) a drink mixed and waiting for me when I arrive home.
Today was one of those days.
I think my tolerance for Teh Stoopud was maxed out today before 1:05. We opened for bidness at 1.
The vodka-tonic Beast mixed was inside me in less that 25 minutes. That too is unusual. He makes a mean 'un.
My fingers, feet, and brain are numb. That's a Very Good Thing, especially the latter.