Hellllooooo weekend.

I met the Sudoku again on Friday on the bus ride home from work. Now, I like the 8. I really do. Its probably my favorite bus in this city or any city. But, dammit. Stupid Sudoku was so engrossing I rode the 8 for an extra 3/4 of a mile. Stupid, stupid Sudoku.

Oh, I suck at those things too.

Friday night was the housewarming party. People came over, people drank. Lord did they drink. We plowed through close to 170 bottles of beer. One night! Bags was played. Friends, enemies, girls who were flirting with me who HAD BOYFRIENDS were all there. Although, the only enemy I have is Koby, and we didn't break out into a knife fight. Which, well, obviously we're getting better as far as not disturbing the peace.

I made the awesome decision to clean the backyard from 3.30 to 4.30 am. It was, oddly, fun. I do weird things when drinking for 8 goddamned hours.

Saturday was the roommate's brother's bachelor party. We played paintball, ate at hooters, played whirlyball and then, while heavily intoxicated, went to a "Gentleman's Club." It was the first time I have ever been to such a locale. It was interesting. When I was just passively standing on the edge of the place mentally, and not getting into the moment, I was somewhat repelled. Kinda like when you're watching porn, you finish, and it keeps playing? Yeah, like that. But after I "got in the moment", I just, I dunno. Relaxed and enjoyed myself obviously, but I'm still working through just what I think of it. I'm not sure if I feel it is a place for lonely people to "have a moment" with a girl, or if it really is just the meat market it seems to be. Or, if its both and you just have to decide for yourself what you want out of it. I'm not saying its good or bad, I'm just not sure what to make of it yet.

I do think the elderly couple behind me who were frigging each other were fucking unnecessary. Just, ugh, go home.

Sunday was super-awesome-hangover and cable movies day. Then I hopped in the non-Sister roommate's car and drove around looking for an open drug store and listning to Schadenfreud Radio. It was a nice, calm night.

After the eldest sister properly put me in my place for speaking of work stuff on this blogger thing, I have said nothing of the trials and trevails that I have witnessed and experienced. Suffice it to say there have been a lot of them. I am delivering an ultimatum this week. I do not wish to be all super-hardcore depressed like I was last winter.

As Gwen Stefani says, "That shit is Bananas."
- posted by Pat @ 11:21 PM