my balls

Liam and I went to Adams Morgan yesterday to get some food and drinks, and we took the Metro there so we could get trashed and not have to drive back. Not to mention that finding parking in Adams Morgan is a complete pain in the ass.

When we got off the train we gave a check to see if the tennis ball was still there. We found it a hundred or so feet further down from it's initial deposition spot, slowly making its way further into the heart of our nations great capitol. Interestingly there was another tennis ball right near it. Maybe my drunken stupidity was entertaining enough that someone else wanted to try my daring feat.