New Years Eve. Halloween. Fourth of July - all ranked in order of the worst of worst of all amateur nights. We will venture out around six-ish for a coupla pops at our local hang. My brother TJ gets all the credit for this - we celebrate 'Irish New Years'.
Ireland is five hours ahead of Florida, so precisely at 7:00pm tonight, we'll face northeast and raise a toast (irish whiskey, of course) to my dear, departed brother, knock it down and head home. Slainte! What are your plans?



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