I'm having fun.
So I've been having a good time these past few weeks. I am still getting all organized in my house, but that is fun. My piano is here and getting tuned on Thursday. Yay.
I joined an adult kickball league and we play on Thursday evenings on The Mall and then head to Irish Times to play massive amounts of flip cup. So far we've won every game--of kickball and of flip-cup. I'm not trying to brag, but I've been picked for the flip-cup A-team every week... and I never disappoint. It's so much fun.
The first week was a little too much fun. I got wasted from 8 p.m. to 10 p.m. I challenged someone from another team to a dance off... and I won! I fell asleep waiting for the metro, had to call Dan to pick me up because I was too drunk to WALK home... and I could hardly see. I was covered in beer, so I smelled amazing! Dan was telling me how the grill we bought earlier in the day was the wrong one, but a better upgrade with a side boiler. I guess I was confused thinking we were supposed to get the one with the boiler and we didn't so I replied, "Fuck that boiler." And Dan thought it was pretty funny. When he told me how I said it, it was pretty funny. Then I decided I needed to get a shower, so I'm on the phone with Trevor who is against the idea. After I fall into the shower, ripping down the curtain and bending the pole, I too decide it isn't such a great idea. I guess I stripped down my clothes and put on pajamas while throwing my clothes all around the bathroom (the only part of the night I don't truly remember). I through up in my room--in a trash can. And I fell asleep with my phone in hand either trying to call Trev back or set my alarm since I was interviewing Cheech Marin the following morning. I was up, naturally, at 6:30 a.m., freaking out because I need to leave at 7. I see my shower, and decide to skip the cleanliness part of the day. I throw clothes on--professional ones--and I still smell of beer. I get to my interview and it is fine and I feel good. On the way home, there were all kinds of stops on the train, which made me sick. I get off at my stop and am walking down the main street--very crowded. I'm going to throw up. I'm telling myself "don't throw up, don't throw up." I'm seriously covering my mouth trying to hold it back. Thankfully the light turned red so I had to stop and I had the chance to gain my composure. Long story short--I didn't vom, but I bet I looked super gross. I slept it off and felt soo much better. What a night.
I've still played flip-cup every week, but I decided not the drink beer on the side and to eat something before I play.
Yesterday at work, I got my boss with a water balloon with the help of Solomon. Pete, my boss, decided to retaliate. He picked me up and jumped in the pool with me. I had all of my clothes on with a suit underneath, but he had real clothes on and sneakers! He then returned the favor to Solomon who was wearing a backpack. It was pretty awesome and funny. My boss is a little taller than me, and Solomon is like 6 foot 2, but skinny... it was a funny site to see.
Ok that's it.
PACE.
I joined an adult kickball league and we play on Thursday evenings on The Mall and then head to Irish Times to play massive amounts of flip cup. So far we've won every game--of kickball and of flip-cup. I'm not trying to brag, but I've been picked for the flip-cup A-team every week... and I never disappoint. It's so much fun.
The first week was a little too much fun. I got wasted from 8 p.m. to 10 p.m. I challenged someone from another team to a dance off... and I won! I fell asleep waiting for the metro, had to call Dan to pick me up because I was too drunk to WALK home... and I could hardly see. I was covered in beer, so I smelled amazing! Dan was telling me how the grill we bought earlier in the day was the wrong one, but a better upgrade with a side boiler. I guess I was confused thinking we were supposed to get the one with the boiler and we didn't so I replied, "Fuck that boiler." And Dan thought it was pretty funny. When he told me how I said it, it was pretty funny. Then I decided I needed to get a shower, so I'm on the phone with Trevor who is against the idea. After I fall into the shower, ripping down the curtain and bending the pole, I too decide it isn't such a great idea. I guess I stripped down my clothes and put on pajamas while throwing my clothes all around the bathroom (the only part of the night I don't truly remember). I through up in my room--in a trash can. And I fell asleep with my phone in hand either trying to call Trev back or set my alarm since I was interviewing Cheech Marin the following morning. I was up, naturally, at 6:30 a.m., freaking out because I need to leave at 7. I see my shower, and decide to skip the cleanliness part of the day. I throw clothes on--professional ones--and I still smell of beer. I get to my interview and it is fine and I feel good. On the way home, there were all kinds of stops on the train, which made me sick. I get off at my stop and am walking down the main street--very crowded. I'm going to throw up. I'm telling myself "don't throw up, don't throw up." I'm seriously covering my mouth trying to hold it back. Thankfully the light turned red so I had to stop and I had the chance to gain my composure. Long story short--I didn't vom, but I bet I looked super gross. I slept it off and felt soo much better. What a night.
I've still played flip-cup every week, but I decided not the drink beer on the side and to eat something before I play.
Yesterday at work, I got my boss with a water balloon with the help of Solomon. Pete, my boss, decided to retaliate. He picked me up and jumped in the pool with me. I had all of my clothes on with a suit underneath, but he had real clothes on and sneakers! He then returned the favor to Solomon who was wearing a backpack. It was pretty awesome and funny. My boss is a little taller than me, and Solomon is like 6 foot 2, but skinny... it was a funny site to see.
Ok that's it.
PACE.