Man, I haven't been this hung over in a bit.
Sunday I had to do an inventory, which kept me in the store until 3am. Eleven hour work days fucking suck. And what sucks more is having to be in at ten the next morning to open the store.
Needless to say, the rest of my Monday was devoted to drinking. The girls are currently up from Florida, so we kinda wanted to go above and beyond our usual circuit. So, after years of yearning to do so, we finally made it out to the Sweetwater brewery. It was fucking great. For six dollars you get a nice glass andtickets for three beers (it used to be all you can drink, but the neighboring businesses started complaining about the hordes of drunk people wandering around constantly). It's like a big party; there was a band playing and hundreds of people just milling around and drinking. And, to make things better, the beer they serve is unfiltered, so it's about .12 as opposed to the .5 it is when you buy it in stores. I managed to swindle one more beer ticket, and after four beers I was fucking sloshed.
Afterwards we came back to the apartment for a few hours of uninteresting hanging out. Really the only thing of merit that happened was me walking into a plate glass door.
That evening we all headed down to Ten High for Metalsome Monday, which was awesome as usual. And after that we all had a desperate need for Chinese food, so we hit up the ole Bamboo Luau for a few bowls of liquor. After leaving the Luau things started to get a bit hazy; I think I punched my friend jeremy in the face on video. At his request, of course. Of course, I didn't hit him very hard, so he wanted me to hit him again, but "this time with feeling." Problem is, he wanted to punch me back. Jeremy has hit me in the face before, and it fucking sucked, so I wasn't about to go into my sales job with a busted lip, black eye, or goose egg. I need a new job, obviously.
And I can tell I'm a bit too hung over to be coherent now, so I'm going to go eat fried chicken until I have to go to work.
Sunday I had to do an inventory, which kept me in the store until 3am. Eleven hour work days fucking suck. And what sucks more is having to be in at ten the next morning to open the store.
Needless to say, the rest of my Monday was devoted to drinking. The girls are currently up from Florida, so we kinda wanted to go above and beyond our usual circuit. So, after years of yearning to do so, we finally made it out to the Sweetwater brewery. It was fucking great. For six dollars you get a nice glass andtickets for three beers (it used to be all you can drink, but the neighboring businesses started complaining about the hordes of drunk people wandering around constantly). It's like a big party; there was a band playing and hundreds of people just milling around and drinking. And, to make things better, the beer they serve is unfiltered, so it's about .12 as opposed to the .5 it is when you buy it in stores. I managed to swindle one more beer ticket, and after four beers I was fucking sloshed.
Afterwards we came back to the apartment for a few hours of uninteresting hanging out. Really the only thing of merit that happened was me walking into a plate glass door.
That evening we all headed down to Ten High for Metalsome Monday, which was awesome as usual. And after that we all had a desperate need for Chinese food, so we hit up the ole Bamboo Luau for a few bowls of liquor. After leaving the Luau things started to get a bit hazy; I think I punched my friend jeremy in the face on video. At his request, of course. Of course, I didn't hit him very hard, so he wanted me to hit him again, but "this time with feeling." Problem is, he wanted to punch me back. Jeremy has hit me in the face before, and it fucking sucked, so I wasn't about to go into my sales job with a busted lip, black eye, or goose egg. I need a new job, obviously.
And I can tell I'm a bit too hung over to be coherent now, so I'm going to go eat fried chicken until I have to go to work.