Same As it Ever Was

The last few days have been pretty social. By social, I mean consumptive. By consumptive, I mean being American.

Two hours left in an otherwise boring Friday afternoon, tallboy cans of Miller Lite were purchased by the bossman and offered to close out the week. It seemed like all of corporate America suffered through a long and drawn-out week and this was needed. Our consumption of libations as I talked Motley Crue and e-bay with the bossmen were met with semi-disapproving looks. Just another day in the office for our renegade group, I guess.

A weekend in the city means I took the chance to decorate my apartment for the holidays. Being a single guy living alone in a apartment seen by few female guests, it probably wasn't entirely necessary. I still went ahead and purchased decorations to go along with my 2ft fake tree. I figure if I do just enough where one wouldn't feel sorry for me, my apartment would look just fine. It looks pretty festive right now. Next up: Figure out a Christmas card.

Minor League hockey was witnessed last night between my hometown squad (whom I barely followed while growing up) and the Chicago squad (whom I know nothing about). It was a good time. Besides the hockey, we were entertained by a drunken fan who had to remind the players on the ice that they need to have testicles to play hockey in the AHL. We were also entertained by a sorority/fraternity group on an outing. Nothing says "family atmosphere" like drunk co-eds stumbling into families and frat guys who pulled their pants down when Chicago scored. This outing was fun enough to become a regular activity.

No man should cry on his 30th birthday no matter how drunk he was. Stone cold women deserve no love if they break a man's heart like that. I'm glad the 20+ friends who attended agreed on that. We got his back.

A Sunday mid-day visit to the gym is one way to fight through a hangover. As I sat at the bench press, I was questioning whether showing up was a good idea. By the end of my visit, I was feeling fine again. It's a tough, but effective way.

I had a fairly long discussion with Natron regarding what life would be like if you were born without arms, but still had hands attached to your upper torso. So many issues regarding daily life came up. I'd be interested to see an artists rendition of that.

I spent $60 last night. 30% of that was devoted to hockey. I'm not sure where the rest of it went.

First meal on Friday 12:00pm: Authentic Mexican meal that tasted amazingly good.
First meal on Saturday 3:30am: "Famous" Taco Burrito King. Tasted like nothing.

Sleep...so necessary.

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