"The good times are killing me."
-Modest Mouse

I hurt my face on Saturday. Well, I suppose hurt is a bit much, it wasn't sore or anything the morning after. But I do remember flinching a number of times during the night. How did I, well strain I guess, my face? Smiling too much.

I am in the enviable position of being able to have a rad time and still be in pain. I sometimes wonder if I flicked off a bunch of priests or something in my youth. Or a past life.

My cousin Michael Christopher is off the market ladies. He got married on Friday. In St. Charles, IL. As my cousin Patrick Carney repeatedly said Friday night, "I'm in St. Charles! I am having the most fun ever!" He was not serious. However, I do not know how to properly communicate sarcasm in this medium. Other than the town, the wedding and following party was a blast. A good Irish/Mexican wedding full of drinks, flamenco dancers and empty drinks.

On Saturday I went to Mary K.'s bbq. It was a ton of fun. I found out that when I was five I got some kid in trouble with the law because he tied my shoelaces together. Yes, the cops were called because he tied my shoelaces together. I have no recolection of this event and I truly hope I wasn't that big of a baby that I whined so much the cops got called. Because, yeah, that's just sad.

Saturday night was Rhino with Mary, her sister Ellen and Kate, Ellen's friend. They are a massively funny group of people and my face was absolutely dead after smiling and laughing for 3 hours. It was easily one of the best nights ever.

Today was 7 hours in a bar on Western with Daniel and his family. It was good times. Beers, pizza and one damnable Jager Bomb. Ohh how I hate those. At least I didn't pay for it.

An amazing weekend that was action packed and comes with this amazing factoid: I am about to go pack my bag for the coming week. First step in this process: unpack it from last week. All this fun caused me to not have any time for unpacking.

Even if this kind of weekend kills me, I'm down with that. I prefer the tired from fun to the tired from pain.
- posted by Pat @ 11:43 PM