The weekly post!

Um, yeah. So, I was going to post last night but Blogger just killed me on that front. You'd think with the power of Google behind them they'd be able to keep their servers running. Then I remembered that this service is 100% free of charge to me and I should just shut the hell up about it and take what I'm given. Fair enough.

So, this weekend was a really odd combo of partying it up and being really lame. As I briefly recapped in the comments on my last post, I succeeded in the inebriation department. This was a good thing. It was especially good since it had really been a long time since I had gone out and just drank up a storm. From the restaurant to the comedy club to the Irish pub afterwards, I don't think I stopped drinking the entire time. Therein lies the rub, though. But I'll get to that in a little bit. Dinner, drinks and some good laughs are about the best way to spend a Friday. Granted, I didn't go home with any phone numbers, but that was never really my objective for the evening anyway. Besides, I'm smart enough to know that women don't generally find inebriated fellows the most attractive, so it was for the best I stuck with my crew for the night. Regardless of what PK says.

Anyway, after awakening on a friend's couch on Saturday morning, I got the obligatory, "oh shit, where on god's holy earth am I," moment out of the way and began with a shower. I then borrowed a shirt that said "protect your nuts" and had a picture of a squirrel wielding a bat while standing in front of a pile of peanuts. Not my style, but it was that kind of morning. IHOP was decided on due to their proliferation of hangover food. It was there that I realized what nonstop drinking for an evening does to not only your liver, but your wallet as well. The short of it? I had $14 left. I had started the night with a little over $120. Granted, in New York or LA or London or any other big city that's par for the course, but to spend that much in Jacksonville in one night is fairly mind-boggling. You know it's a sad day when you're sweating paying your bill at IHOP, of all places.

Just as an aside, do IHOPs in Canada count as International? I've always wondered if the International House of Pancakes is like that crappy little international airport that runs a flight to Jamaica once a month just to claim they're "international." I don't think I've ever heard of a Lithuanian IHOP or anything like that. Is Lithuania even a country anymore? I can never keep track of any of those Eastern Bloc countries.

Anyway, I'm dropped off at my car and I proceed to drive the requisite 40 minutes home. From the moment I set foot in my door until the moment I leave for work on Monday morning, the doors to my house would not open again. This is where the lame part of my weekend begins. What did I do? I watched DVDs. I played video games. I did not, however, write anything for my blog. Once again, when given the choice between effort and lack of effort, the scales tipped towards the lack again. Sloth wins another round, and you get the late-Tuesday recap. Sorry, kids. I will admit it was odd to spend a Saturday night playing video games. It was like being in 8th grade or something. Pretty much the same, now that I think about it... $14 to my name and I'm at home playing video games. The more things change, the more they stay the same, huh?

So, now that you've read this far? Here's the short version: Friday=awesome, Saturday=lame, Sunday=lame. Thanks for reading.