So we all know Thursday was a little rough. Friday was 10 times worse. I was near death at work, I went home caught about 20 minutes sleep. Then popped up, downed some Rock Star Energy drink, and met my friends Jackass, German, and a guy we’ll call Tallegdega. I literally probably drank a fifth of Jim Beam before I even went out. I was feeling really, really good. The German was drinking all day so he was out. One of my favorite bands was playing Rendition at JWH. I was drunk. I started to dance. This is where it get’s a tad out of control. I got in some sort of dance off with someone, and fell on my ass. I don’t remember this but theres pictures of girls grabbing my arse. I was dancing with a very pretty chick, who I had no clue who she was, but she was hot…..and I was just a plain hot mess.
After that went to Teehans, and did my Irish Car Bomb, I just remember thinking to myself, “Please lord just don’t let me puke”, from there we head to Durbins, where one of the Bartenders and me did a shot of Jamesons. Was I dancing there, I don’t remember at all.
All I know I woke up at Jackass’s place, my back hurt, my legs hurt, I was still drunk…..but I had a GREAT time.
Saturday was a little more low key, just went out with a friend. A girl I have known for a long time, and at one time in my life I would of married her, alas it takes two to tango, and it was not meant to be. She’s not a bar person, and I find it humorous that she hates that people call me River. She keeps saying to me, “Do you think your a superhero?” I tell her, “Yea, actually I think I do.” We just went out to dinner, went for a walk with her dogs. As we were walking a strange man came up to us started talking about the dogs. She asked me if I thought he was crazy, I replied, ” Yes, cause if he was going to try anything with me around, he had to be crazy.” She just rolled her eyes for some reason. She asked if I would be willing to read up on American History with her, she said she was grossly ignorant on some of the basics, but would like to study it with someone to talk about things. I agreed to do it, though I know alot of American History I thought it would be cool to refresh myself, and maybe get into it a little deeper. We went to Borders to check out some books, and at one point I was sitting there reading a book, and she was walking away. She comes back and says, “We’re you looking at my ass, mister? “ I go, “Hell no, it’s like looking at a plank of wood.” She laughed so loud, people we’re staring. I was home early, if 1am is considered early, it is for me anyway.
Sunday went to work, when I came home I found out there was a bit of family drama. Everything is good now sorta, but sometimes I swear I live in a madhouse, that sad thing is I’m the sane one there, and that’s just wrong.
