Rachel is having a bbq and I'm trying to get Jessica's lazy ass off the couch to come with me. Yes, it's all the way in Brooklyn and yes, we will probably be roped into doing keg stands, but I still think we should go. Because I don't go out as much as I used to and far be it from me to turn down free alcohol. My last name is O'Brien after all! Jess would rather watch the "Kate & Allie" marathon we found on WE. Could we beeeee bigger weiners? I don't think so.
I think any day that a terrorist plot is thwarted is a good day to go drinking. Don't you agree? What better way to celebrate our good ole American freedom than by chugging imported beers with a bunch of people I barely know in Broolyn?
And, of course, the other thing we have to celebrate is freedom of the press, the same people who are stupid enough to tell all the terrorists in the world in detail exactly the plan that was thwarted and exactly the intelligence (and I use that word lightly) our government has in place to stop said terrorists. Because I'm sure that won't inspire more of them to come up with half-baked plans to kill all of us. When people are trying to blow tourists to smithereens in one of the nation's busiest airports, full disclosure really should be the first order of business.
In case you didn't figure it out, that last paragraph was mostly sarcasm.
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