Bull shit

I feel like Peyton Manning after throwing for 400 yards and 4 touchdowns, only to see that my special teams gave up 4 TDs and a last second two point conversion. What the fuck happened tonight? I actually went out on a date tonight solely due to the fact that I was up in LA and spending the night and didn't have anything else to do. And for some reason, I pull out my A game and it turns into a 3 hour dinner, with a night cap, and a kiss on the cheek. And somehow she is coming home with me for Christmas. I'm so confused right now. I'm going to have to piece it together tomorrow morning after the Johnny Black wears off.