PAT \\\ PATRICK \\\ DANIEL \\\ PAUL
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
The other Pat's labor day weekend adventure, and other miscelaneous bits.
Really, my drinking weekend streches back to last Wednesday. Me, Adam(from work) and four pitchers of PBR. A good bitch fest had by all. We had the big meeting with higher ups on Wednesday. Oh, it was spectacular. Hence the boozing.
Thursday was going to the Bears game with the COO and finding out I might be heading to Tucson soon. It is entirely possible the meeting went better then I thought it did. Well, seeing as me heading out to Tucson was the optimal ending, yeah, good times.
Friday was Roshan's last day. Adam, Roshan, Adam's gf and I went to Monk's for five hours of beer, chatter, Jager and peanuts. We had to get the bartender to open the doors to let us out. What a night. Then I met up with some friends from highschool. We went to Delilahs, drank a bunch more and I started blacking out. I have no real recollection of the last hour at the bar until I got home. I had hotdogs at 3am. And I, apparenlty, was talking about fighting a lot on the El ride home. That was very, very stupid. Luckily, I lived.
Saturday saw me making great progress on Zelda: The windwaker. I could do nothing else. Ended up going to a party with same friends from night before and stayed. It was fun. I didn't drink a whole lot, but I was drinking from some dude's bottle of whiskey. I have no clue who he is. But he had Jack. He was my friend.
Sunday saw more work on Zelda and the beginnings of "Pat gets back in shape." I went for a run. I came home and the bathroom has just been painted. No showers. I ended up heading to the basement and taking a washcloth bath in the big plastic washbasin sick we have down there. I sat on my washing machine, naked, to get my legs and butt clean. It was, well, I felt like I was 7. Bleargh.
Monday was heading to the ancestral home to see the 'rents. I got ribs, corn on the cob and other assorted goodness. Once again, the whip cream can was broken out. Once again, my sister Meghan, the father and I took turns grossing out my mom by either a: putting whip cream directly from can into mouth or b: making a leaning tower of whip cream on the pound cake and peaches. I did both, the other two only did one. Pansies. Afterwards, I ended up at a housewarming party for Dan(notonthisblog)'s sister. On the way home, a car totally got wailed on. Vanessa was driving and Dan and I hop out, check the scene, make sure everybody is okay, then jet. It was, well, alarming. And, well, just sort of alarming.
It was a quick recap because the self-medicated wrist is not progressing as my doctor, a stuffed washrag that looks like a duck, told me it would. I ask him questions like: am I big moron to take the brace off? He says nothing. I take that for him saying, "no, take it off!" So, yeah, I am still an idiot.
Actually, I guess quick isn't the correct word, boring is. Huh. Oh well, tomorrow I'll be funny. And not write anything. Because I'm that kind of guy.
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