No More Beer.

You know, they should really start naming holidays correctly. Memorial Day? Really guys? They should change it to, "Get as fucked up as humanly possible and grill meats" Day, because that's what everyone does all weekend. Well, that's what I did all weekend, and you know what, it was great. Anytime you get more than 2 days off of work in a row is a great weekend for me though. I don't hate my job, but I would much rather be drinking by and sitting in the sun, then sitting at this damn desk, doing work. Anyway, back to the point at hand. I think I did something weird to my gut, because I have felt like SHIT all day. My stomach has been a mess, I'm not hungry, and I just feel like crap. It could probably have something to do with the 14 gallons of alcohol I consumed over this 3 day weekend, but hey, I had a fucking blast, so who cares right?

Some how we made it the entire weekend without any real rain, and all parties I was invited to went on as planned. These parties covered a good amount of lower New York, from upstate to Queens and back. Good times were had by all, I got tanked every night, and ended up playing beer pong for way to long. That game is fun, but man, around game 10 on any given night, I'm either to drunk to hit a shot, or just too fucking lazy to want to stand in front of that table any longer. I'm a people person, and I like to hangout at parties and shot the shit, but once you get locked into playing beer pong, you are just stuck talking to you partner, and talking shit to the other 2 people at the opposite end of the game.

As much fun as the weekend was, I woke up today kind of pissed I had to go back to work. I mean, come on, maybe I should just jump on the unemployment bandwagon my friends are on, and just fucking be awesome all day in the sun. Sounds like a plan to me, eh? But yeah, another week, shouldn't be too bad. We are playing a show on Friday night, a nice local gig, which is nice, because I haven't seen a lot of friends in a while, so it'll be a good show to get some practice in, see my friends, and probably have a few cocktails in between. There is also a party afterwards, in which I will probably have a few more cocktails, and end up passing out on someones living room/bedroom/bathroom floor. It isn't the best place, but sometimes you just have to take what you're given. Besides that, this week looks pretty normal, apparently I have to start working on my house again, starting with painting the porch, fuck. I don't mind helping out around the house, but some things are just a pain in the ass, and painting while still mildy hungover is one of them. Hopefully I can con my way out of doing anything today, go home, and just lay down for a little bit and get my head together. Today was pretty busy in the office while hungover, so I need to just turn my brain off for a while.

That's about it, have a great weekend everyone, I know I will, and come see Cloud 9 on Friday. I promise I will get drunk and tell some funny jokes. Later.