4:59pm on Friday afternoon.
Come on baby, flip that last digit.
I am on my way to the $1 store then home to finish unpacking from last weekend (I am horrible at unpacking, I live out of the suitcase until everything is gone) and then make myself a huge pitcher of Sangria to chill overnight and to be enjoyed tomorrow post-wedding/during Bristol night race.
See? I can kick it with the best of them!