Well, here it is - my long awaited blog entry. Who the hell reads these things anyway? There are tons of better things to use the internet for than to spread deviant points of view held by derelicts and shiftless lay-abouts.. but I can't think of any right now, so away we go.
Saturday morning and I'm waking up with one of the wickedest hangovers in recent memory. I guess I asked for it though; I tried to warn myself last night that all that Jager was probably not a good idea, but what the hell do I know, right? Some interesting things can run through a drunken mind whille sitting in a dingy chinese food place at 3 in the morning waiting for chicken balls and peppered beef. Where the hell did we all go wrong with our lives? If you had have asked me 20 years ago where I would be right now, do you think that my answer would have involved this level of mediocrity at all? Hell no. Like I said.. weird. Drunken idiots think about 2 things: 'Do I have any more beer at home?' and 'How the hell am I going to get home?', neither of which has entered into consideration until they are immediately pressing. And that's how I found myself sitting in a strange place, at a ridiculous time, wondering what the hell happened to me. The answer is there is no answer. This is your life, there are no mulligans, and there sure as hell aren't any rehearsals. Cliche, I know, but it's true.
So here I am.. 10 hours later - in the middle of the wreckage of my good time. Empty styrofoam containers everywhere, an open bag of Chewy Chips Ahoy, 3 bottles of Coke in the fridge, a roach that would last through 3 roties of 4 people, and a headache that threatens to sideline me for the big United v. Arsenal match tomorrow (C'mon you Reds!). So what have I learned? Not a damn thing.
I'll see you tonight - Schooners anyone?
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