I did the 7am thing but it was more like 9am. Either way it’s kind of pointless since I can’t drink that much that early in the morning. And even then, I was never able to make it all night and usually went to bed around 4 or 5 in the afternoon.
This year I didn’t do crap…I have Thursday and Friday off for the tournament so I’ll be doing some all-day efforts at the bar this year watching four games at once. It’s a joy.
Stevo
It’s strange, though…the shirt I wore to work had green stripes on it, and the shirt I worked out in was the green “Bathtub Gin” shirt. Both were completely subconscious choices. Huh.
uu…uhhh.ugggh.
I … I didn’t mean to get drunk. I did mean to drink though.
I guess I just forgot to pace myself. I woke up okay at least … I just remember going to bed a bit on the drunk side. We had a St. Patty’s Day gig.
Things could’ve been a lot worse for me. By midnight I was already home, and cooking myself a steak, which I don’t remember eating too much.
I’m sure it was good though.
oh yeah why I left so early was because I scared myself at the bar.
While there, I suddenly realized I didn’t have my wallet in my pocket, so I searched the bar where I had been walking around a few times, then went back to the table I had been sitting at for a little bit. It was laying on the ground, open, right in plain view. Between 2 and 3 hundred in it.
Then I felt so lucky that I just decided to walk home and not fuck anything else up. Good idea.
I went to sleep spinning last night.
Drank a bunch of this new cheap beer I discovered called Hobbs.
And smoked a lot of green. Therefore, I couldn’t get pinched, you know, because my insides were green. And glowing.
first non-hungover st. patricks day in, um… wow, a long long time.
::does green shot of soy milk::
i felt great uz i didnt drink .lol i had to work in the morning tho .