After the last few days, I am not drinking today. I seriously need to dry out. Thursday night I went to The Rock nightclub to see Nonpoint, a band that's actually from around the same place I'm from in Florida. My friend had won tickets, and despite them having HORRIBLY mixed drinks, I agreed to go. It's sad when after topping off my third drink, my flask was empty . The opening bands sucked ass, as most local bands do (sometimes it's time to just realize you should go back to community college because you're not going to be a rockstar). Awesomely, I ran into my fat twin again, and even though she said she would email me a picture that her friend took of us, I don't see it happening... guess my twin is as lazy as I am.
Friday night I wasn't even planning on going out because I had been out almost every night during the week, but then Hart called and said that him, his brother, and Calvin Crustitron were going out. I managed to get myself together and walk next door, and after a few shots of sambuca we went to Old Chicago. Some of my favorite staff was working there, and they always take care of me and whomever I'm with. Happy hour ended so we went Green Mill cause it's so near home for us. Unfortunately it was crowded, so Calvin starts chatting up some large black ladies with the other half of their table free. They got to be thicker than theives. We left to go back to Hart's house for more drinking and Guitar Hero, but he stayed behind to hang out with our tablemates.
Saturday I hit the elliptical extra hard and sweated it out. Some people Calvin Crustitron and Hart went to school with in Red Wing were throwing a party. House parties are when I'm in my element, this one was no exception. I am also proud to report they taught me a new drinking game. Booze Pong; yes it's much like beer pong, but we were playing on their hardwood floor and we had mini basketball hoops behind us. If you touched the other teams backboard, it was worth 2 drinks, for any of the four cups in front that was 3 drinks, and if you made it in the basket, 4 drinks. Also there was a sudden death colander in the middle that making it into would require the other team to finish their entire drink. After some of this, Hart decided he was back to his old wrestling days, and started tackling people. I think this is how I ended up with some of my U.D.I's.
Hmm, well I guess that wraps it up. I think I should probably go eat more vitamins.