Your long lost awesome friend
So, I am definitely not digging this Livejournal being blocked at work thing. I feel so out of the loop. Shawn's Babelfish trick didn't even work. It got my hopes up, but then dashed them completely. Apparently, the blocker thingy at work thinks Babelfish is hacking the page I'm trying to load.
Anyhow, my birthday was great. It all started Thursday night with a trip to the Orioles game, followed by an absurdly late night at O'Shea's in Baltimore. Drank a lot, played darts, and watched in horror as Joel took a swig from a water bottle just sitting on the wall at a park on the way home. Groooooosssss. Crawled into bed around 4. Thank God I had the foresight to take Friday off. Poor Chris wanted nothing more than the sweet embrace of death as he wasted away in front of his computer at work all day.
Friday I spent some time with my brother, who came into town especially for my birthday, and my grandparents. Friday night I was happy to see many friendly faces at the play. Those friendly faces then moved on to another late (though not as absurdly late) night at Bateman's. Saturday brought a ridiculously late night playing Asshole and laughing until I thought my face would fall apart. You should have seen the beer bottles piled on the kitchen counter the next day.
It's funny. I either don't drink at all on the weekend, or my entire weekend is fueled by alcohol. There doesn't seem to be a happy medium. Hopefully this weekend will be more calm. I would really like to just lock myself in my apartment and sleep. I'm tired of planning lessons and grading papers this week. I just want to laze around.
I'll be back another time. Maybe in a few days. I should see about making some dinner, as Chris will be coming back from his tennis outing with Andrew.
Anyhow, my birthday was great. It all started Thursday night with a trip to the Orioles game, followed by an absurdly late night at O'Shea's in Baltimore. Drank a lot, played darts, and watched in horror as Joel took a swig from a water bottle just sitting on the wall at a park on the way home. Groooooosssss. Crawled into bed around 4. Thank God I had the foresight to take Friday off. Poor Chris wanted nothing more than the sweet embrace of death as he wasted away in front of his computer at work all day.
Friday I spent some time with my brother, who came into town especially for my birthday, and my grandparents. Friday night I was happy to see many friendly faces at the play. Those friendly faces then moved on to another late (though not as absurdly late) night at Bateman's. Saturday brought a ridiculously late night playing Asshole and laughing until I thought my face would fall apart. You should have seen the beer bottles piled on the kitchen counter the next day.
It's funny. I either don't drink at all on the weekend, or my entire weekend is fueled by alcohol. There doesn't seem to be a happy medium. Hopefully this weekend will be more calm. I would really like to just lock myself in my apartment and sleep. I'm tired of planning lessons and grading papers this week. I just want to laze around.
I'll be back another time. Maybe in a few days. I should see about making some dinner, as Chris will be coming back from his tennis outing with Andrew.