Last night I went out and got a little too drunk, a little too irish, a little too feisty.
I woke up saturday morning with a slight headache, went to the meet in Syracuse feeling less than 100%, and very bummed that I couldn't run. I watched and cheered for my teammates, wishing I could be out there pounding around the track with them.
Got home, rode the bike for a while, ate dinner, still not feeling real well, not excited at all for saturday night festivities.
One thing lead to another and we (myself, Newell, Pop) ended up at Red Jug. I was tired, not feeling great...ready to go home and go to sleep. Pop wanted to go to Dark Horse, so as a good friend and wingman I agreed to go in for a little to check it out. Not at all thrilled about it.
(By the the way we were wearing newspaper pirate hats and I had a fake mustache on.)
Sometimes life is funny. Sometimes you go into a bar and see the girl of your dreams. Sometimes that girl tells you that she has a crush on you. Sometimes you have that conversation wearing a fake mustache you got from K-mart.
Sometimes life's not so bad.
hahaha. I love you and your fake mustache.
ReplyDeleteSounds like life is treating you well. This could be the start of a good movie.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could have seen it.
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