I wake up with a massive hangover. I tell myself that I will not be drinking on Saturday night. I quickly remember Midget is coming to town and I will in fact be drinking much more on Saturday night.
I waste away the day watching football. I say waste because Michigan sucks and loses to Minnesota. How the preseason #3 team in the nation is 3-3 is amazing. I'd say it was crazy talk if I didn't know better.
Now the fun is about to begin. Midget is coming to town for the marathon. He has a friend who's running it and he's coming for support and to run a portion with him. He calls and lets me know he's in town at another friend's sister's place and invites me to dinner with them. I meet them at the apartment and promptly see the 2 foot bong in the middle of the table. I haven't smoked for at least 2 years as I quit after college. But I cannot refuse the Midget and the night starts out on a good note. I'm relatively stoned and we head to Charlie's Ale House in Andersonville (where the friend's sister works). We drink and eat a delicious meal of appetizers, steaks, and desserts for the heavenly price of $0. Good job sister of the friend I don't know. You are alright in my book.
Midget and I head back to my apt and the partying continues. Eventually, there's a bunch of Miamians having a good time and we start sharing college stories and looked at some pictures I have. Man we're old but those were fun times. We don't go to the bars until 2:00 so a latenight bar is in order. We head to Katacomb and continue the party until 4:30. I was a fan of this place as it had a lot of talent, starting with the hot bartender Ashley. We may have to return soon. After drunken food of course, Midget and I finally pass out on Katie's couches at 5:30. Two hours later, Midget is waking me up asking for directions to my apt so he can change for the marathon. Are you nuts?!? He's probably still drunk and had two hours of sleep on a couch. He leaves and we meet up several hours later. He tells me he ran 10 miles with his friend. What a warrior. I can't imagine drunk sprinting more than a few blocks.
We watch the Bears game (which I will pass comment on) and Midget heads back to Detroit. He was here less than 24 hours, but we had a good time. A trip to Detroit is definitely in order especially since the Midget stole some 50 yardline tickets for the Lions. See you soon lil guy.
October 11, 2005
A Day In The Life - The Midget
I wake up with a massive hangover. I tell myself that I will not be drinking on Saturday night. I quickly remember Midget is coming to town and I will in fact be drinking much more on Saturday night.
I waste away the day watching football. I say waste because Michigan sucks and loses to Minnesota. How the preseason #3 team in the nation is 3-3 is amazing. I'd say it was crazy talk if I didn't know better.
Now the fun is about to begin. Midget is coming to town for the marathon. He has a friend who's running it and he's coming for support and to run a portion with him. He calls and lets me know he's in town at another friend's sister's place and invites me to dinner with them. I meet them at the apartment and promptly see the 2 foot bong in the middle of the table. I haven't smoked for at least 2 years as I quit after college. But I cannot refuse the Midget and the night starts out on a good note. I'm relatively stoned and we head to Charlie's Ale House in Andersonville (where the friend's sister works). We drink and eat a delicious meal of appetizers, steaks, and desserts for the heavenly price of $0. Good job sister of the friend I don't know. You are alright in my book.
Midget and I head back to my apt and the partying continues. Eventually, there's a bunch of Miamians having a good time and we start sharing college stories and looked at some pictures I have. Man we're old but those were fun times. We don't go to the bars until 2:00 so a latenight bar is in order. We head to Katacomb and continue the party until 4:30. I was a fan of this place as it had a lot of talent, starting with the hot bartender Ashley. We may have to return soon. After drunken food of course, Midget and I finally pass out on Katie's couches at 5:30. Two hours later, Midget is waking me up asking for directions to my apt so he can change for the marathon. Are you nuts?!? He's probably still drunk and had two hours of sleep on a couch. He leaves and we meet up several hours later. He tells me he ran 10 miles with his friend. What a warrior. I can't imagine drunk sprinting more than a few blocks.
We watch the Bears game (which I will pass comment on) and Midget heads back to Detroit. He was here less than 24 hours, but we had a good time. A trip to Detroit is definitely in order especially since the Midget stole some 50 yardline tickets for the Lions. See you soon lil guy.
I waste away the day watching football. I say waste because Michigan sucks and loses to Minnesota. How the preseason #3 team in the nation is 3-3 is amazing. I'd say it was crazy talk if I didn't know better.
Now the fun is about to begin. Midget is coming to town for the marathon. He has a friend who's running it and he's coming for support and to run a portion with him. He calls and lets me know he's in town at another friend's sister's place and invites me to dinner with them. I meet them at the apartment and promptly see the 2 foot bong in the middle of the table. I haven't smoked for at least 2 years as I quit after college. But I cannot refuse the Midget and the night starts out on a good note. I'm relatively stoned and we head to Charlie's Ale House in Andersonville (where the friend's sister works). We drink and eat a delicious meal of appetizers, steaks, and desserts for the heavenly price of $0. Good job sister of the friend I don't know. You are alright in my book.
Midget and I head back to my apt and the partying continues. Eventually, there's a bunch of Miamians having a good time and we start sharing college stories and looked at some pictures I have. Man we're old but those were fun times. We don't go to the bars until 2:00 so a latenight bar is in order. We head to Katacomb and continue the party until 4:30. I was a fan of this place as it had a lot of talent, starting with the hot bartender Ashley. We may have to return soon. After drunken food of course, Midget and I finally pass out on Katie's couches at 5:30. Two hours later, Midget is waking me up asking for directions to my apt so he can change for the marathon. Are you nuts?!? He's probably still drunk and had two hours of sleep on a couch. He leaves and we meet up several hours later. He tells me he ran 10 miles with his friend. What a warrior. I can't imagine drunk sprinting more than a few blocks.
We watch the Bears game (which I will pass comment on) and Midget heads back to Detroit. He was here less than 24 hours, but we had a good time. A trip to Detroit is definitely in order especially since the Midget stole some 50 yardline tickets for the Lions. See you soon lil guy.
ChiSox, Sierra Nevada, & Rachel
As usual, the weekend was good times but way too short. There is definitely not enough time each weekend for baseball, football, partying, and sleeping. Sleeping almost always gets the short end of this deal and this weekend was no exception. I do not regret my decisions as the weekend was a blast.
On Friday, my boss was nice enough to let me leave a little early to go watch the ChiSox game. Good decision on his part as I'm worthless after lunch on Fridays anyway. How can I be expected to work knowing ladies and beer await in just a few hours? Add a Chicago playoff game and I'm counting down the minutes.
I met up with Tim, Jay, Mo, and Dunsing at Manhattan's in the south loop. Although it was only a mile from my office (technically on the north side of the city), it truly felt like the south side. After exiting the L, I was promptly asked by a lady with several kids in a van if I had any gasoline so she could get back to the projects. Sure lady, I've got some here in my front pocket. Idiot. Then she asked for gas money. I said no. She asked why. I said I needed it to drink beer. The end. Go away lady.
I must say I was a fan of Manhattan's. Nothing fancy inside but it had a good atmosphere for the game. Even better were the $8 pitchers of Sierra Nevada. Haven't had it in a while and it was delicious. Once it hits your lips. The game was great with El Duque providing some Cy Young worthy relief and plenty of "I hate the BoSox because..." comments from Tim and Jay. Good stuff. Just as good was being drunk by 6:00.
Afterwards, everyone went their own way with plans to meet up at 9:00 at my place. Only Tim would return. The others were sleeping, doing homework, dead in a ditch, whatever. It was of no concern. JB came over too and we downed some vodka tonics before heading to McGee's to meet up with Dana (JB's better half) and her friends, Rachel 1 and Rachel 2. Now, I don't like McGee's. Tim hates McGee's. The place offers plenty of hot chicks but the negatives are too great with crappy bands and douchebags everywhere. Regardless, I'm on board for going as I've met Rachel 1 before and want to hook up with her.
We meet up with the ladies and they are all drunk already. Good start. After a few drinks with us, the ladies decide shots are a good idea. They were wrong. The shots led to several monetary issues for me. First, I ordered drinks and owed the barkeep $22. I gave him $40 and walked away without realizing I just tipped close to 100%. Later, I put shots on a credit card, signed for it, and walked away without my card. These issues did not help the fact that I spent $150 for the night. Ouch. Even worse, Rachel 1 got too drunk (and sick) and left early. Hook up with her is not a go. Sad ending to a quality Friday.
On Friday, my boss was nice enough to let me leave a little early to go watch the ChiSox game. Good decision on his part as I'm worthless after lunch on Fridays anyway. How can I be expected to work knowing ladies and beer await in just a few hours? Add a Chicago playoff game and I'm counting down the minutes.
I met up with Tim, Jay, Mo, and Dunsing at Manhattan's in the south loop. Although it was only a mile from my office (technically on the north side of the city), it truly felt like the south side. After exiting the L, I was promptly asked by a lady with several kids in a van if I had any gasoline so she could get back to the projects. Sure lady, I've got some here in my front pocket. Idiot. Then she asked for gas money. I said no. She asked why. I said I needed it to drink beer. The end. Go away lady.
I must say I was a fan of Manhattan's. Nothing fancy inside but it had a good atmosphere for the game. Even better were the $8 pitchers of Sierra Nevada. Haven't had it in a while and it was delicious. Once it hits your lips. The game was great with El Duque providing some Cy Young worthy relief and plenty of "I hate the BoSox because..." comments from Tim and Jay. Good stuff. Just as good was being drunk by 6:00.
Afterwards, everyone went their own way with plans to meet up at 9:00 at my place. Only Tim would return. The others were sleeping, doing homework, dead in a ditch, whatever. It was of no concern. JB came over too and we downed some vodka tonics before heading to McGee's to meet up with Dana (JB's better half) and her friends, Rachel 1 and Rachel 2. Now, I don't like McGee's. Tim hates McGee's. The place offers plenty of hot chicks but the negatives are too great with crappy bands and douchebags everywhere. Regardless, I'm on board for going as I've met Rachel 1 before and want to hook up with her.
We meet up with the ladies and they are all drunk already. Good start. After a few drinks with us, the ladies decide shots are a good idea. They were wrong. The shots led to several monetary issues for me. First, I ordered drinks and owed the barkeep $22. I gave him $40 and walked away without realizing I just tipped close to 100%. Later, I put shots on a credit card, signed for it, and walked away without my card. These issues did not help the fact that I spent $150 for the night. Ouch. Even worse, Rachel 1 got too drunk (and sick) and left early. Hook up with her is not a go. Sad ending to a quality Friday.
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