Playing Catch Up

I suppose that I should probably mention the events from this last weekend before Karen and Hannah start yelling at me to get it posted. The reason those two would be yelling is because it was them that was causing all the trouble. Well, to be honest it was mostly Hannah, but it was Morgan's fault. Hey, at least my bartender got an eye full. He almost didn't believe me when I said they were real. Actually, I don't think I do want to tell you the whole story. Just be satisfied with a few little teaser facts: Tequila makes Hannah's clothes fall off; booze makes Ed forgetful; Karen and Hannah can capture the attention of every male in a bar; some dude named Justin loves the Simpsons WAY too much; Palani thinks Hannah's got great boobs, but she couldn't dance on the bar because the owner was in that night. Oh, all three of us still fit in one full size bed.

The rest of the weekend was sadly tame. I couldn't get anyone to actualy go out drinking and didn't quite feel up to getting smashed by myself, or even going whoring for that matter. Instead I went home and got blazed. It worked even better.

Monday night after I got off work I went and got my book. Funny part is I bit it right after skating past some other skaters I had passed just a half block past. I'm just pro like that. After I got home and cleaned up the blood, I sat down and proceeded to read for a rather long time. When falling I somehow managed to rip up my hand, my knee, and my back up on my shoulder blade. Like I said, total pro.