Sunday, Sunday, Sunday....
Well it's Sunday night and I am finding myself still immersed in a weekend of insanity and debauchery. What started out as a simple "Hey, let's go get a drink or two after work!" on Friday quickly escalated into a 36-hour whirlwind of a bender that included all types of establishments and everything from Coors Light to Patron to single malt scotch - one of the ones that starts Glen. Either that, or a guy named Glen bought it for me and then proceeded to beat my face in. . .at least that's what I feel like. Screw you, Glen.
And heat. . .oh my God. . .the heat. There was no way I could go for a run to sweat the naughty stuff out of my system, as is my custom on recovery days such as this one. I instead tried to go bake off my hangover by the pool, and I could stay out there for about 15 minutes before I just realized that the sun was actually in cahoots with the toxins flowing through my liver to achieve the goal of making my day a living hell. I then had the pleasure of joining some friends for an early dinner and yep, you guessed it, the booze once again began to flow.
So I'm back at my place all buzzed up, sitting at my computer and contemplating where the hell my life is actually going. I mean, I love my friends and my social life and all, but this is getting ridiculous. I need to slow down. I need a distraction; a cute, witty distraction with pretty-smelling hair. Someone to tell me "How about instead of once again meeting your friends at that place with the $15 drinks and shitty music, we hang out, watch movies without pants and you can smell my pretty hair." Wow. . .I'm a creep. . .but you get the point.
Anyway, I don't know where this is going, other than the fact that you should talk to me so I don't go into my freezer to get that bottle Grey Goose so I can start making screwdrivers and bad decisions. I'm a fun, mature guy with a great job and a couple of degrees. I go to the gym, am decently attractive, and kind to little old ladies. An all-around great guy, really. Please distract me.