Weekend Recap
This is how my weekend went down.
Thursday
The weekend started with a surprise phone call from a woman that I had not seen or heard from in 3 years. She and Chrissie (my buddy Reggies wife) and a few other ladies that I know, were down the street at a benefit for women that smart off to their husbands and then get there asses beat. (I just want it to be known that I don't condone that sort of thing, and that I'll leave the wife beating jokes to Tony) called Safe home. They were telling me how many hot chicks were down there. Well, I get down there and come to find out that I already knew all of the hot chicks, which was a bit of a let down (I was kind of hoping there would be some new women I could corrupt if you know what I mean, wink, wink, nudge nudge) but I stuck around and had a few 2 dollar draughts.
I like hanging around those single girls not just because they are all pretty good looking and they think of me as their brother and that I am totally harmless, but I can also learn from the messed up relationships have had as they tell stories about the guys they have dated or slept with and what kind of fucked up shit some guys do and I sit there and make mental notes of things NOT to do like, ramming your thumb, into the anus of a girl while doing it doggy style, without any lube. Who knew that chicks didn't like that? I sure didn't? But now I do, so I won't be doing that. (Unless I'm asked)
But there were some pretty nice looking chicks that I was introduced to for the few minuets that I was there. But I didn't get any numbers or any thing like that, But it was great to catch up with a few of those single girls. I mostly went just to see the girls that I had not seen for awhile. And one more thing they totally shit a brick at how much weight I have lost!
This is how he told me the bad news.
He says “Well The D, I have some bad news.”
“What (his wife) is pregnant and she is having twins!” I replied all excited and smart-alecky like.
He just shakes his head and says “Nope, I’m getting divorced”.
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(silence)
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Well, aren’t I the fucking asshole tonight.
He then tells me the whole shebang over the next couple of hours and about a dozen beers each. I just sit and let him talk and rant because I’m that kind of dude. I may not be very smart but I do know when to keep my mouth shut and listen when people just want to talk. We then walk up to Twin Cities Tavern (the Twin) as it’s known in the neighborhood. We are later joined by another friend, BC, and he gets the low down of the recent developments. BC is also divorced, so they how have something in common, besides the love of Budweiser beer and Asian gang bang porn.
While still at The Twin we had a few more drinks and I think at least 8 shots of red bull and Jaeger (one for each year he was married). We then left there and went to The Point (where BC is a bartender/manager) I saw some dude wearing one of my company tee shirts and I went up to talk to him about his shirt but he was WAY too wasted to even talk.
We had some more shots and more drinks inside and then called it a night after last call.
We went back to my house and for whatever reason The Italian wanted to drink all of my Bacardi. Well, I wouldn’t have any of that noise and put it away. But we did stay up until 5, I think and finally called it quits.
Saturday
I woke up Saturday afternoon at 1:30 with a pretty good hangover. I usually don’t get hangovers because I am experienced drinker and know what I’m doing. So with my new hangover, I went and had a nice greasy Sonic burger (no pickles, no onions), large fries, and a 5 gallon bucket of diet cherry coke. It was yummy in my belly, I then went and got my hair cut which did not take as long as I thought it would the wait was only about 10 minuets, but when I walked in there I thought it would be like 2 hours.
In this post I was actually debating on which one of those shirts I was going to wear. I ended up not wearing either one of them on Saturday. I just didn’t think it would be appropriate for the place we were going. Those shirts are more appropriate for a drunken guys night anyway. Instead I wore a green tee shirt with the number 17 on the back it’s probably 10-15 years old but it’s also the only shirt that is not too big for me.
Check out how AWESOME my hair looks!!
I don't remember what that girl in the back ground is laughing at but it can't be the fucking funny.
We were out to celebrate Lonnie’s Birthday. I knew that Burt (her husband) and I would be the only dudes at this little shin-dig. So wearing a shirt that said “Chick Magnet” just was not going to be an option. So I meet Burt and Lonnie at the Soy Cantina on
So we stayed there until about midnight or 12:30 and then went down to Kelly’s. had one or 2 drinks at Kelly's But because the peopel I was with were old and or married with kids they couldn't hang so they bolted and I went home also.
After Kelly's we stopped for some street meat
On Sunday I never left the couch except to pee and poop.
That was my weekend.
Catch ya'll later!
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