Pretty Crazy

You know how I said nothing happens on Thurdays? Well, I was wrong.

I went out to B-Dubs last night with an old friend and had ONE beer and some boneless wings. It was fun.

Then I ran in to Ryan and Tim. They were going to go out and howl at the moon. For some strange reason, I decided to join them. BAD IDEA.

I got nice a hammered as a result. Had more beer, a shot of Jose and a Irish Car Bomb at the Locker Room, then played a game of beer pong and sang "Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy" at karaoke at the Chug. All on a Thursday night... and now I'm at work. I think I'm still a bit drunk.

I even had to get a cab to go get my car this morning. Ryan, being the good friend that he is, drove me home after our night of debauchery at about 1 in the morning. He said he'd pick me up at 6am this morning to take me back to my car.

6am comes and goes. I'm still asleep.

Problem was, for some reason, my phone was on vibrate. So not only did I miss two calls and about three text messages from Ryan yelling at me to wake the hell up, but I missed both of the alarms I set on my phone.

So I finally get up at about 7 and call the cab to get my car. I seriously took the quickest shower of my life this morning just to get the smell of alcohol off my body.

The cab driver was really cool. We just talked about stranded cars and getting towed. Thank christ I had nine bucks in my wallet, which was just enough to pay the fare. I seriously remember having a fucking twenty in my wallet, but I must have blown that on booze. I hope the change for it is still sitting on my desk at home OR is in the pocket of the pants I was wearing.

So there you go. I celebrated the coming of August with a bang... and I'll never do that again.


~Nate-O