'Biting The M'

From Logged Hours:

What happens on Thursday nights when it's warmer than 60 degrees

When the weather gets nice, my energy level and desire to socialize shoot through the roof, which is good, because my social calendar tends to fill up at the same time. Spring has come to New York over the past few weeks; consequently, the past two Thursdays have been... interesting. And by interesting, I mean mildly embarrassing. (Shocker, right?)

Last Thursday, I hosted my agency karaoke night. As I explained the Friday after, I drank lots of wine without eating dinner. This resulted in the following post-karaoke activities:

1.) Dancing in my office
2.) Hijacking my friend Michael's SLR and taking 50 something pictures
3.) Drawing on the sidewalk
4.) Biting the M

Biting the M?


That's right.

In this picture, I am biting a big, golden M. Do I know why? No. I didn't even remember biting the M until I saw the pictures. It was subsequently decided that "Biting The M" would be a good descriptor of a particular state, specifically a state so drunken that you think things like biting a big M, making "ghetto" hand gestures, and photographically recording said tableau is a good idea.