I don't have a hangover, but I did wake up at 12:30 still drunk from last night. The old man and I decided to have a fire in the back yard* and drink some beer since it was such a mild night. Sat up shooting the shit until about 4am. *I have a pit, we didn't just randomly set stuff on fire)
Hungover as fuck. Drank too many Tecates. Manny Pacquiao is the best fighter I will see in my lifetime, that I am sure of. After a few close rounds, he completely dismantled Miguel Cotto. What could possibly be next for him other than a fight with Mayweather? I don't expect Floyd to fight Manny anytime soon, so Pacman might hafta "settle" for Sugar Shane Mosley or a third fight with Juan Manuel Marquez as a consolation prize. Fun fight that lived up to my expectations although Cotto fought in retreat the last five rounds just trying to make it to the final bell. I couldn't believe how little effect Cotto's punches had on a guy who started his career at 108 pounds and had climbed all the way up to welterweight at 145. Nuts.
Um, many apologies to anyone I sent pictures of animals to last night. Didn't mean to hijack this thread either--my bad, y'all. In other news, I am sick and thirsty.
Yeah, yesterday wasn't fun. Had plans to go out Friday night, fell asleep on the couch instead. Would have been OK except I woke up to a wind storm and crashing trees Saturday morning. Had to go clean shit up with my chainsaw, in the rain/snow, while extremely hung over. Karma's a bitch.
I'm putting shots of Bailey's in my hot chocolate. Fuck college and coherent thinking. God loves the Pogues!
Thanks to alcohol and racism I can no longer say I've never intervened in a fight that had its origins in peanut butter nipple licking.
Add a bit of Peppermint Schnapps, and you've got what we call a Polar Bear, which I'm enjoying right now.
Ever had a "what did I consume last night" stomach-ache/shit? I had 8 shots of something called a Mick Jagger along with my usual beers. 1/3rd Jack (ugh), 1/3rd SoHo (ugh) and 1/3rd RedBull (god damn it).
It's "what's left over" time at the Misanthropic household. A few stray beers, the end of a bottle of wine, and some new vodka called Alpine Blu. Which sucks.
Jesus. What an epic week this has been for me. Wednesday: Started drinking around 8pm. Went to bed somewhere around midnight and then went to work five hours later. Thursday: My 25th birthday. Started at 9 and went till 2, went to work still a bit drunk. Friday: Full on birthday party. Went out too the bar. It was my birthday and two of my friends (one on the same day and one three days earlier), got ridiculously drunk for free. Saturday: Another friend, in from out of town where he's working and we all went off for some movies and drinking. Sunday: Poker and drinking. I may have lost 30 bucks and the realization that Omaha poker is the worst kind of poker in existence but at least I had fun. If I can drink for the amount of days that equal the root of my birthday for the rest of my life, than I'll be a happy man.