Das Wochenende

Whenever I blog with a specific direction in mind, the posts tend to turn out well. This post does not have a lot of direction, I had intended to post about my weekend (another good'n), but the longer I wait the less likely it is I will actually post about it. I just downloaded a song I wanted to listen to in its entirety before bed, so I figured, why not put something together on the blog in the ~20 minutes I've got. It's just somewhat ironical and rather funny that the chorus of the song I'm listening to is "Why 'you always talk about your life?" Anywho...

Friday I woke up with a cold. I worked. Saturday I felt worse. I worked. Sunday I had free, but I was feeling crappy again.

That did NOT stop me from a) drinking a lot, b) sleeping very little, c) spending too much money, d) having a lot of fun.

First of all, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH! My roommate finally turned 21 (though she's been drinking at bars for about 10 years now), and a very large and promisingly eclectic group of people showed up to celebrate. Both Saturday night at Tia's on the waterfront, and Sunday morning for brunch & booze at the Rattlesnake. I'm pretty sure Sarah drank 47 vodka&sodas Saturday night, and sure enough, we ended up at Cafe Pompei at 3 AM, 20 people deep.

Cafe Pompei has great pizza, or so I'm told, as I've never eaten there sober, and I could sprinkle cheese on shoe leather and think it was delicious (while drunk). We were looking rough at this point in the evening, which is probably why they stuck us in the basement, alone (for awhile, and then more trainwrecked strangers were banished to the cellar as well). I didn't know this place had a basement. I think they only use it for special occasions such as this.

The pizza was delicious. I woke up without skin on the roof of my mouth, and all others present suffered from the same condition. Apparently, the pizza was hot. Go figure.

After some coffee, about 8 glasses of water, and a shower, it was off to the Rattlesnake at 11 AM. At 11:35 AM, I was drinking the spiciest bloody mary I've ever had in my life. It was delicious. Instant heartburn. I love heartburn. While everyone else continued pounding drinks into the afternoon, I was forced by responsibility to slow my pace because I had to drive to New Hampshire at 4 for a concert in Hampton.

Kyle informed me that he had a refrigerator full of "Natural" (Ice and Light - a grab bag!) waiting for me (but really he's just being nice because there is always at least 100 beers in that refrigerator. And, Kyle spares no expense when it comes to getting drunk.)

I arrived at 5:30 and the speed drinking commenced as we had to be to the show by 8. We got there at 8:30 (Myself, Kyle, and two of his roommates TJ and Kelley), just in time for the first song. More boozing, a lot of good music (the band we saw was moe. for those of you who care or don't know already), a fair amount of ridiculous dancing, stumbling, etc. The show was a little hazy, but most shows are, and it was GREAT. I needed it, too, because I hadn't seen a show since the beginning of June and I was due. We ate numerous cheeseburgers after the show, and then went back to Kyle's house at UNH, melted an army man in the oven, funneled a couple of beers, and watched Terminator 2. I passed out on the couch about 30 minutes into the movie, beer in hand.

I hope I stop doing things like this when I graduate from college.

Monday morning, I ate the best breakfast sandwich ever (The "JB" from Franz's - the real reason I go to UNH to visit Kyle), drove back to Boston and worked all afternoon and evening. That pretty much brings us up to speed, and really, there's so much more to say about every aspect of my weekend, but I want to go to bed. And my post lost steam about halfway through for that very reason.

Enjoy.

PS This post is not being edited because I'm tired. If you can't handle errors, then I have mean things to say to you (but I will spare the nice folks from reading it).

(37 days 'til Camp.)