The worst combination at work is to have absolutely no energy and then to have to stare at code all day. I can barely keep my eyes focused and there's a problem left over from last Friday that I can't seem to nail down. This past weekend was not exactly a restful one. It was a good time, but I'm paying for it today.
We started at happy hour on Friday at Mex and stayed out until the bars closed. That's a lot of drinking hours. We ended up at the bar on the corner of East and Alexander sitting outside. (name isn't coming) Next to us was 2 chicks and a guy. The one chick did not look good, she looked to be at that point where you could stick a fork in here because she's done. Then I start hearing these sounds and I look over and she is THROWING UP there in front of the bar. She made no effort to go into the bathroom or over to the street, just put her head between her legs and yak all over the ground. It was pretty disgusting. We looked over and asked the 2 other people with her if her friend was ok, and she's like, "She's ok, she's getting married tomorrow." I called bullsit on that one. If it was just nerves, she could've made it to the bathroom. But they just sat there for another hour or so, with the bride to be yaking the whole time. The guy was sitting there rubbing the non-yakking girl's foot and not saying too much. The whole scene was a little gross and pretty trashy. Great friends she has. That was Friday.
Obviously Saturday started off with a hangover. I didn't get anything around the house done, but I took a really long nap on the couch. Then I got the call. "We're going out for a couple of drinks, want to come?" Sure, why not, I'll be home by 10. You'd think I would have learned my lesson before. We started off sitting outside at the vomit bar, but on the other side, away from the big vomit stain on the concrete. Stayed there for about 4-5 beers and went to Mex to get some nachos, stayed there for a bunch more beers and then ended up at the BugJar. Spent my last $5 on the cover and started drinking water. Turned down a Jager shot, and went home.
Again on Sunday, wake up with a hangover, this one was worse. I'm thinking it was cumulative from the day before. Gave my friend a ride back to his car, went to Brueggers, and then passed out on the couch for a couple of hours until I had to get up and ready to go to the Poison/Cinderella show. Wow that show totally rocked. We had the best seats and the girl at the beer tent was hooking us up with free beer all night. Good times. I didn't home until about 1, and there was this really cool show about torture on the history channel that I was watching until I realized it would be on until 3.
So this morning, I wake up at 6, ears all stuffed, smelling like pyro, tired as shit, thirsty, with absolutely no energy and drag my ass out of bed and to go to an early morning dentist appointment. (Very, very bad planning on my part.) It's 2:30 and I still can't hear anything. Guess who forgot their earplugs last night? It was a really great weekend.
We started at happy hour on Friday at Mex and stayed out until the bars closed. That's a lot of drinking hours. We ended up at the bar on the corner of East and Alexander sitting outside. (name isn't coming) Next to us was 2 chicks and a guy. The one chick did not look good, she looked to be at that point where you could stick a fork in here because she's done. Then I start hearing these sounds and I look over and she is THROWING UP there in front of the bar. She made no effort to go into the bathroom or over to the street, just put her head between her legs and yak all over the ground. It was pretty disgusting. We looked over and asked the 2 other people with her if her friend was ok, and she's like, "She's ok, she's getting married tomorrow." I called bullsit on that one. If it was just nerves, she could've made it to the bathroom. But they just sat there for another hour or so, with the bride to be yaking the whole time. The guy was sitting there rubbing the non-yakking girl's foot and not saying too much. The whole scene was a little gross and pretty trashy. Great friends she has. That was Friday.
Obviously Saturday started off with a hangover. I didn't get anything around the house done, but I took a really long nap on the couch. Then I got the call. "We're going out for a couple of drinks, want to come?" Sure, why not, I'll be home by 10. You'd think I would have learned my lesson before. We started off sitting outside at the vomit bar, but on the other side, away from the big vomit stain on the concrete. Stayed there for about 4-5 beers and went to Mex to get some nachos, stayed there for a bunch more beers and then ended up at the BugJar. Spent my last $5 on the cover and started drinking water. Turned down a Jager shot, and went home.
Again on Sunday, wake up with a hangover, this one was worse. I'm thinking it was cumulative from the day before. Gave my friend a ride back to his car, went to Brueggers, and then passed out on the couch for a couple of hours until I had to get up and ready to go to the Poison/Cinderella show. Wow that show totally rocked. We had the best seats and the girl at the beer tent was hooking us up with free beer all night. Good times. I didn't home until about 1, and there was this really cool show about torture on the history channel that I was watching until I realized it would be on until 3.
So this morning, I wake up at 6, ears all stuffed, smelling like pyro, tired as shit, thirsty, with absolutely no energy and drag my ass out of bed and to go to an early morning dentist appointment. (Very, very bad planning on my part.) It's 2:30 and I still can't hear anything. Guess who forgot their earplugs last night? It was a really great weekend.
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