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What happened to my weekend? It whirled by in a haze.
Friday night is for drinkin'. No problems there.
Saturday was for being hung over as shit in Mobile, chilling with all the old New Orleans crew and forgetting to eat until shitty diner food at like 6pm. We were supposed to hit the beach Sat night, but it's a good thing we didn't, since my body was so fucked up from eating only vodka and awful diner food in the past 24 hours. After Bayfront, a few beers at Blake's seemed like a much better idea than the 151 sitting at my feet.
Got to bed way too late and got woken up by Rich way too early (knockknockknock, knockknockknock, "You coming?!" Ugh). Autocross was hot and I think I actually got some sun from being out there. Carwash, change the oil, and just as I managed to pass out again, a phonecall to go see Shrek. Don't these people know you're supposed to SLEEP all day on weekends? Back from there, food and finish up some work at the office that needed to get done before tomorrow.
I managed to wind up back home at nearly midnight. Now, just when I can actually calm down, hang back and relax, I realize the weekend is over and work is coming around tomorrow morning fast as ever.
And just 3 more days until the wedding stuff in New Orleans. I get the feeling next weekend is going to be even more hectic... maybe this time no fights?
Friday night is for drinkin'. No problems there.
Saturday was for being hung over as shit in Mobile, chilling with all the old New Orleans crew and forgetting to eat until shitty diner food at like 6pm. We were supposed to hit the beach Sat night, but it's a good thing we didn't, since my body was so fucked up from eating only vodka and awful diner food in the past 24 hours. After Bayfront, a few beers at Blake's seemed like a much better idea than the 151 sitting at my feet.
Got to bed way too late and got woken up by Rich way too early (knockknockknock, knockknockknock, "You coming?!" Ugh). Autocross was hot and I think I actually got some sun from being out there. Carwash, change the oil, and just as I managed to pass out again, a phonecall to go see Shrek. Don't these people know you're supposed to SLEEP all day on weekends? Back from there, food and finish up some work at the office that needed to get done before tomorrow.
I managed to wind up back home at nearly midnight. Now, just when I can actually calm down, hang back and relax, I realize the weekend is over and work is coming around tomorrow morning fast as ever.
And just 3 more days until the wedding stuff in New Orleans. I get the feeling next weekend is going to be even more hectic... maybe this time no fights?