Weekend
Friday, we went out drinking with some friends. Had a decent time. I wanted to quit early so I could get up early on Saturday for a group swim at the ocean, but that was foiled by staying up till 3:30am.
Saturday, chilled at home. Did a lot of laundry. Played some WoW. Decided to run to the gym for a swim. I didn't take my keys since I don't like carrying much at all while I run. I ran there, swam, and had to walk most of the way back since I still wasn't recovered from drinking and not sleeping enough the night before. I get home to find out that the wife had come home, and left again, and locked the door. So that sucks. I spend the next 30-45 minutes trying to find one of the security guards that wanders the complex. I finally gave up and went to one of my neighbors. He lent me his phone to call the front office. They said they'd call the office and get someone to call me and let me in. After another 30 minutes of waiting for that, I call again. This time another person tells me they don't do lockout service after hours. This pisses me off, since they should have told me that first and seriously, after hours i the only time you need lockout service. I call the wife and she's now an hour away and been drinking so she can't come back to let me in. So, I climb up onto the roof, climb over the apartment and drop down onto the balcony and in the back door. It was a little scarey since I had to step down on a window for our balcony, which I wasn't sure would hold my weight, then down onto a table, then the ground. I made it, but overall the night sucked.
Sunday was the shooting class. That was crazy fun. We shot while running, switching hands, kneeling, lieing on the ground, rolling over, all sorts of stuff. I loved it.
Monday was pretty mellow. Cleaned my guns. Played some GTA4. Finished the laundry.
Sunday I've got my Triathlon, so this will be a pretty mellow week, with little to no drinking and moderate exercise. The race is going to be tough, so I want to be ready.
Saturday, chilled at home. Did a lot of laundry. Played some WoW. Decided to run to the gym for a swim. I didn't take my keys since I don't like carrying much at all while I run. I ran there, swam, and had to walk most of the way back since I still wasn't recovered from drinking and not sleeping enough the night before. I get home to find out that the wife had come home, and left again, and locked the door. So that sucks. I spend the next 30-45 minutes trying to find one of the security guards that wanders the complex. I finally gave up and went to one of my neighbors. He lent me his phone to call the front office. They said they'd call the office and get someone to call me and let me in. After another 30 minutes of waiting for that, I call again. This time another person tells me they don't do lockout service after hours. This pisses me off, since they should have told me that first and seriously, after hours i the only time you need lockout service. I call the wife and she's now an hour away and been drinking so she can't come back to let me in. So, I climb up onto the roof, climb over the apartment and drop down onto the balcony and in the back door. It was a little scarey since I had to step down on a window for our balcony, which I wasn't sure would hold my weight, then down onto a table, then the ground. I made it, but overall the night sucked.
Sunday was the shooting class. That was crazy fun. We shot while running, switching hands, kneeling, lieing on the ground, rolling over, all sorts of stuff. I loved it.
Monday was pretty mellow. Cleaned my guns. Played some GTA4. Finished the laundry.
Sunday I've got my Triathlon, so this will be a pretty mellow week, with little to no drinking and moderate exercise. The race is going to be tough, so I want to be ready.