Weekend

Busy weekend. After work on Friday my team played three baseball games. I was too late to play in the first one (we lost). I played in the second one (we won). Since we had too many players for the third game I said it’s OK if I don’t play. So they made me keep score. Damn, if I knew I would have had to keep score I would not have offered to sit out. I hate keeping score and I don't really know how. It was cold rainy and miserable. We finally finished at around 10:45. I got some Vietnamese food and went home. No night out on the town Friday.

Saturday was Moe’s BDay. So I got me a new haircut and picked up a card/gift certificate for Moe then went home and got ready. When I got to Byzantium the party was in full swing. Lots of people, lots of fun and lots of drinks. Jason was there for awhile but in classic Jason style he disappeared early in the evening without saying goodbye to anyone. I dunno what he was scared of this time but I’m sure it had to do with "people hating him with their eyes". The party soon moved onto the patio and everyone spent almost the whole night out there smoking and drinking. I don’t know what Salem did. I invited him but he didn’t come.

Cashew and Candy asked everyone back to their house after the bar closed and against my better judgment I went. A bad decision as I proceeded to get very drunk. I don’t remember too much or what time I got home but needless to say it was very late. Supposedly there was a huge downpour with lots of lightning and thunder but I have no recollection of this. On the way home from Cashew and Candy’s a friend from baseball tried to convince me to go to Sonic to dance for the rest of the night. I told him that I’m too old for Sonic not to mention plastered. I think Victor Calderone was playing so it would have prolly been like $40.00 to get in.

I woke up on Sunday at 9:00am still drunk and went out to get a massive breakfast (pancakes, bacon, eggs, hash browns and toast). Took it home and ate it in front of the TV then went back to bed until around 1:00. I wanted to see the Buskerfest down of Front Street but I opted for recovery in my apartment. I was a wreck for most of the afternoon (I so should have went straight home after the bar).