Sam of Top Chef, oh how I love thee

Part of my MLK weekend consisted of a Top Chef marathon. About 5 hours of pure reality tv bliss...It was nuts! My luvv for Sam was reintroduced thanks to this marathon. Maybe it's his culinary creations, his humble way, or that he's a diabetic and wears an insulin bag. (Who knew I was a sucker for men with chronic illnesses?)

Asside from a slothful stint in front of the tv, my friend I attempted to see a show on Saturday. It was freezing and all the alcohol consumed couldn't raise my body's temperature. My BAC, on the other hand, was probably beyond the legal limit! All freezing aside, I had a great time at my friend's house. We played a couple rounds of Taboo and, you guessed it, drank some more. Afterwards, we went to my friend Mike's house to meet the rest of the crew. I mistakingly ingested something that I never wanted to. It was my fault for being so reckless and thinking I'm invincible. Not cool. Never again.