Blame it on the goose.
...okay, the hardest thing I had was Jack. And coke.
Have a feeling I might have been just a bit too obnoxious at Drew's birthday get-together.
On the other hand, got stalked (onoes!) on Facebook by one of the women there, so I must have done SOMETHING right. Even if I looked in the bathroom mirror at the bar and realized I'd broken out. UGH UGH UGH.
Last night was interesting. First, I'd lost my keys on Thursday (note to self: when you have a fight, don't grab your keys and head out the door except NOT), and I wasn't planning on coming back in until 1 in the morning. So I was like, "Hey, expect me to ring the doorbell at like 1:30 in the morning k guies."
We left the bar at 10:30, just when the next-to-last train on the Bergen County Line (my train line) left Hoboken. o mai. And the next train wasn't until 12:40.
So I had to come up with an emergency contingency plan. I was TRYING to make my own way home because - you know - I AM ADLUT LULZ, but I eventually fell back on the suggested contingency of taking the Pascack Valley Line to Oradell and getting picked up there. (The Pascack Valley runs a few towns east of where I live, through Hackensack and up to Nanuet and Spring Valley in Rockland.)
Which was a good thing because otherwise I would have just ended up going to the bars and drinking more, and...uh...I was a bit buzzed last night to start with.
At any rate, the Pascack Valley Line is weird. If you've never ridden a NJT train (and I don't think any of you reading this have), almost all of the train lines are conventional two-way rail lines, including mine. The PVL only has one track. For both directions.
Yes, I know. They have sidetracks where trains can pull off to let other trains pass (which they just put in two years ago, I think - before that, service was only one way during each time of the day).
We also ended up passing Bergen Catholic (which is in Oradell). Which I have a couple of interesting stories about - they booed our band off the field when we played them my senior year in football, and then there was the time when we had the track meet there that I forgot to remove my sweats before running the 4x4 and had to do it with them flapping off my ankle. My coach was pissed.
I was mortified when it happened. Now I just laugh.
Also have realized that Drew's brother is his clone...except more laid back. (On the other hand, I'm more laid back than Drew, and I'm an uptight motherfucker. At times.)
Have a feeling I might have been just a bit too obnoxious at Drew's birthday get-together.
On the other hand, got stalked (onoes!) on Facebook by one of the women there, so I must have done SOMETHING right. Even if I looked in the bathroom mirror at the bar and realized I'd broken out. UGH UGH UGH.
Last night was interesting. First, I'd lost my keys on Thursday (note to self: when you have a fight, don't grab your keys and head out the door except NOT), and I wasn't planning on coming back in until 1 in the morning. So I was like, "Hey, expect me to ring the doorbell at like 1:30 in the morning k guies."
We left the bar at 10:30, just when the next-to-last train on the Bergen County Line (my train line) left Hoboken. o mai. And the next train wasn't until 12:40.
So I had to come up with an emergency contingency plan. I was TRYING to make my own way home because - you know - I AM ADLUT LULZ, but I eventually fell back on the suggested contingency of taking the Pascack Valley Line to Oradell and getting picked up there. (The Pascack Valley runs a few towns east of where I live, through Hackensack and up to Nanuet and Spring Valley in Rockland.)
Which was a good thing because otherwise I would have just ended up going to the bars and drinking more, and...uh...I was a bit buzzed last night to start with.
At any rate, the Pascack Valley Line is weird. If you've never ridden a NJT train (and I don't think any of you reading this have), almost all of the train lines are conventional two-way rail lines, including mine. The PVL only has one track. For both directions.
Yes, I know. They have sidetracks where trains can pull off to let other trains pass (which they just put in two years ago, I think - before that, service was only one way during each time of the day).
We also ended up passing Bergen Catholic (which is in Oradell). Which I have a couple of interesting stories about - they booed our band off the field when we played them my senior year in football, and then there was the time when we had the track meet there that I forgot to remove my sweats before running the 4x4 and had to do it with them flapping off my ankle. My coach was pissed.
I was mortified when it happened. Now I just laugh.
Also have realized that Drew's brother is his clone...except more laid back. (On the other hand, I'm more laid back than Drew, and I'm an uptight motherfucker. At times.)