my ass is really dragging right now. i think i need a weekend to recover from my weekend.
friday night was supposed to be a low key night for me. but my old roommate and her best friend decided to come over and get shit faced. a bottle of captain later for them, and two and a half bottles of wine for me, the three of us passed out. but drunken silliness did have its moments. like the half hour that they took to shave my chest and stomach for some reason. smooth as a baby's ass. that is going to itch like a motherfucker.
saturday night was a fucking blast. a good friend of mine had a house party as a pregame to going uptown for drinks.
thriftx2horatio is a hell of a wingman. i love it when i start reeling out some off the wall story and someone eggs me along on it. he and i were telling some people that i was an organ grinder and with the whole cruelty to animals thing, i was forced to have him dance for me instead of a monkey. it was a fucking riot. post party took us to connollys and buckhead. i even kept my cool when a chick yakked down the side of the sexterra. u-phonik was playing at buckhead. they did awesome covers of some rage against the machine, system of a down, and other good shit.
today blew goats. i got roped into coordinating the softball leagues again. it was non stop drama. in the second game this guy was a little hot headed running the bases and plowed through the catcher to score. oh yeah, its coed. split her chin open and his forehead. there was funking blood everywhere. ambulances and cops followed. oh, and not only is it coed, but its recreational. when you win you get a t-shirt and you team name on the website. almost a fight between the two people keeping score on one game. it was over one run. then the last game of the night was a tight one and the ump called it a little early then took off. leaving me holding the bag on pissed off players. nothing i was going to do about anything, but this guy was in my face telling me i was full of shit and that i was a fucking clown. all that over a chance at a fucking t-shirt. some people's sense of reality is very skewed.
friday night was supposed to be a low key night for me. but my old roommate and her best friend decided to come over and get shit faced. a bottle of captain later for them, and two and a half bottles of wine for me, the three of us passed out. but drunken silliness did have its moments. like the half hour that they took to shave my chest and stomach for some reason. smooth as a baby's ass. that is going to itch like a motherfucker.
saturday night was a fucking blast. a good friend of mine had a house party as a pregame to going uptown for drinks.
thriftx2horatio is a hell of a wingman. i love it when i start reeling out some off the wall story and someone eggs me along on it. he and i were telling some people that i was an organ grinder and with the whole cruelty to animals thing, i was forced to have him dance for me instead of a monkey. it was a fucking riot. post party took us to connollys and buckhead. i even kept my cool when a chick yakked down the side of the sexterra. u-phonik was playing at buckhead. they did awesome covers of some rage against the machine, system of a down, and other good shit.
today blew goats. i got roped into coordinating the softball leagues again. it was non stop drama. in the second game this guy was a little hot headed running the bases and plowed through the catcher to score. oh yeah, its coed. split her chin open and his forehead. there was funking blood everywhere. ambulances and cops followed. oh, and not only is it coed, but its recreational. when you win you get a t-shirt and you team name on the website. almost a fight between the two people keeping score on one game. it was over one run. then the last game of the night was a tight one and the ump called it a little early then took off. leaving me holding the bag on pissed off players. nothing i was going to do about anything, but this guy was in my face telling me i was full of shit and that i was a fucking clown. all that over a chance at a fucking t-shirt. some people's sense of reality is very skewed.
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and pigs!
how are you tonight?
we shall catch up on another night I'm sure.