No more... please.

My girls were gone on friday night... that is something that never happens. Usually if someone goes somewhere we all go, but they went to see grandma and great grandma and i was told i didnt have to go. Sweet. Im going out. Partying like a rock star. Yea right.

We hung out at work and drank a few barley pops there, and then headed to Hooters for dinner. I like Hooters. A lot. We had dinner and hung out to drink a couple of more pitchers. Bonus for Hooters, my wings were COLD. Not just kinda cool but cold. So we ended up getting like 15% off or dinner. More money for beer.

I was out with a couple of single guys, Slugger (Mike), who parties quite a bit, and Medium Hair (Dave) who doesnt. We end up going to a place called veux caraie (sp). Its a meat market with a New Orleans theme. Hurricanes and the such, they have a bunch of mixed smoothie drinks for the chicks. For the 5 dollar cover you got $1 drinks. Not a bad deal. It was a nice place, lots of people, not too loud on the balcony area and nice atmosphere. I drank probably too much and ended up getting home too late.

Now my body just doesnt bounce back as fast as it used too. I hate my body. It always kinda just quites working properly after a hard night of drinking. Headache, stomache, beer belches, even after i guzzled some pop and slug down some more chicken. I need to get into drinking shape. Im in a wedding in 2 weeks and it will basically be a college reunion. Plus i have to keep up with Robby Over Fed Mind and that boy can drink. I need to do some work and go get the ingrediants so i can whip up some apple pie for the wedding.

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Turf