Holy Toledo!

This morning, I learned the meaning of pain.

Normally I'm what you'd call a "social drinker". My hard-partying, hard-charging days are for the most part behind me, the artefacts of a well-spent college career. Last night, however, was a good friend's birthday, and things got a little crazy. I managed to avoid most of the facets of our multi-faceted drama, but the conspicuous consumption of alcohol (and the smoking of a single cigarette) hit me like a freight train when I awoke this morning.

But it was Quadrella day, so I soldiered on.

Battling vertigo and nausea, I fought my way to the Chipotle in Farragut Square, and proceeded to consume steak tacos despite AJ's warning that I should avoid the red meat, considering that our next two Quadrella stations are red meat-oriented. The tacos actually made me feel a lot better.

The Magic Number is currently 1. I'll keep you all updated on the Magic Number and what it signifies later today.