hungover and reeking of raw eggs

so i'm very proud of myself when i find a way to drink an alcohol i don't normally like. for example, i hate vodka, but i can stand it in a martini, screwdriver, or vodka cran. also hate scotch, but beef jerky makes it rather enjoyable. gin? dirty mratini, ONLY.

i discovered a while ago that i only really like rum in egg nog. it doesn't help that i pretty much hate pineapple juice, so that removes about 99% of all rum drinks from my menu. unfortunately egg nog is hard to come by off-season.

so i said fuck it and i made an entire pitcher of egg nog to start drinking this bottle of rum i got during christmas when egg nog was available at the store. and you know what? mine tastes WAY better! i'm psyched. i love the internet. mom's very amused by me. i learn how to cook on the net, learn how to make drinks on the net, learn how to fix shit on the net.

i love finding new and exciting ways to get drunk. it's like desert! with three times the fat!!! woohoo!


i should go running.

crunk

minor rebellion in an ammonia bath

spring league started up this past saturday and i'm captaining the red team okinawa! haha. i just like red. the team them was nations of the olympics and the world cup or something, so, naturally, i decided to stick it to the man and pick a conquered nation that (according to team brazil's cheer) hasn't actually been a country since the 1700s. nobody seemed to object :)

either way, my team fuckin' ROCKS. my team was described as "a team of people lay out everywhere and pop right back up." sweetness. i think i sprained my ankle...without knowing it. how's that one.

we jumped ahead 9-1 i think, faltered when they put a zone on for three points, and won 14-7 or something, i have no idea. wait lemme check....not posted. either way, it was sweet. you should've been there. such wonderful flow, hot d, great fuckin' team cohesion for the first game of the season.

last week was pretty retarded, all in all. starting wednesday night, played poker, got home at 1am. thursday night, on a whim went out karaoke'ing...got drunk...got home at...3am something like that. friday night, linus, missing dave, pimpbot at the wave...4am? saturday, league, big city, nadeira/katie's party....2:30am...aaaand last night i slept pretty good :)

ow...my liver.



what'd you do last weekend?

railroad spike through the orbital

fuck my head hurts. although it is an improvement over this morning when i was still buzzing hard. buzzing with a headache and a powerful need to get to work. good thing my boss really doesn't give a shit if i'm late....and it's not like i really do anything (i'm a lab monitor, yay). but hell if they wanna pay me to talk to you, i suppose i can make some sort of effort.

what's good is the later i leave the less traffic there is so i can fly in when i'm late! always nice. traffic blows. especially with a stiff clutch.

so last night spontaneously turned into a 3am bender. i was heading to my car to go play some ultimate in the rain when weston called up to ask if i wanted to go to the east side grill after ulti to watch UH play New Mexico in some basketball tourney in Reno. don't normally like basketball but i wanted a burger and beer was definitely in order as i'd just finished a midterm (which sucked). went to ultimate....like five people showed up really late (i was sitting in the car napping) and i wasn't feeling it so i went over to weston's for a beer then we rolled to the bar....matt dunlap shows up, meredith shows up....and we start talkin' about karaoke and how we haven't gone in a while.

but weston's leaving on sunday for two weeks.

so we just decided we're going RIGHT THEN and proceeded to call EVERYONE we know who'd be interested (or not interested). and the weirdest fuckin' thing...NOBODY would pick up their goddamn phones! mondo finally picked up and said he's game, so we said fuck it, let's do it. i went on a beer run and they got the room aaaaand people started showing up finally and returning calls. ariel came from fuckin' coconut island and brought a few friends as well...i think at our high point we had about 14 people in this tiny little room (we were expecting 7) with way too much alcohol having way too much fun....'till they kicked us out 'cause they were closing.

went to zippy's

finally headed home at 2:14am. i had no idea. the last time i'd looked at a clock was at 9:48pm. fuuuuuuck. i should not've been driving but i had to get home. zippy's helped but yeah...concentrating very hard on the drive home : )

goddamn i love karaoke.

of course the alarm clock this morning drove a railroad spike through my ear. god that was a painful wakeup. got here 20 minutes late. oops. goddamn i wanna go to sleep. my neck hurts from headbanging too much.

freddy mercury, baby.