Part 1: A Day In History: Saturday, December 9, 2006
Prelude: The Night Before
Early Friday I'm sitting at my desk, thinking about the gloriousness of the weekend to come. However, one thing was bumming me out; it was turning out that my Friday night was going to be free. If there's one thing I enjoy on a Friday night, it's a good drink with Chief to wind down. I actually feel it makes the weekend seem longer if you go out on a Friday night.
But this week Chief had decided that he should spend some time with other friends. That's cool, do that, then come out, I said. Anyway, I worked on him for about 2 hours before he put his foot down and told me it wasn't gonna happen. I did come close. He told me to wait for a phonecall around 10ish just in case he changed his mind.
I wasn't gonna hold my breath.
Anyway, I headed home and the last thing I remember was walking in the door and put my bag down. The next thing I know I'm awoken by Maddy bringing in my phone and it's Chief; his night didn't go to plan, he wants booze.
It's 8:30, I've been asleep for 3 hours and I haven't eaten. So I hurriedly cook some food, eat it, change, take my house keys from my keyring and slip them in the zip compartment of my wallet convince Maddy to drive me to Chief's.
A solid night of alcohol consumption and merriment ensued. Fine details are lost to me, however I do remember one of the barchicks finishing her shift early and buying me two shots to have with her.
Anyway, I arrived home at about 4am-ish, dumped my gear in the brass pot I keep beside the door for loose change and ran to the bathroom to get a bucket. I was sure I was in peril after the amount of grog I consumed and the drunken food spree I went on on the way home (I'm deeply ashamed about that now, actually). I stumbled to the bedroom with the bucket under my arm and crashed for the night.
Early Friday I'm sitting at my desk, thinking about the gloriousness of the weekend to come. However, one thing was bumming me out; it was turning out that my Friday night was going to be free. If there's one thing I enjoy on a Friday night, it's a good drink with Chief to wind down. I actually feel it makes the weekend seem longer if you go out on a Friday night.
But this week Chief had decided that he should spend some time with other friends. That's cool, do that, then come out, I said. Anyway, I worked on him for about 2 hours before he put his foot down and told me it wasn't gonna happen. I did come close. He told me to wait for a phonecall around 10ish just in case he changed his mind.
I wasn't gonna hold my breath.
Anyway, I headed home and the last thing I remember was walking in the door and put my bag down. The next thing I know I'm awoken by Maddy bringing in my phone and it's Chief; his night didn't go to plan, he wants booze.
It's 8:30, I've been asleep for 3 hours and I haven't eaten. So I hurriedly cook some food, eat it, change, take my house keys from my keyring and slip them in the zip compartment of my wallet convince Maddy to drive me to Chief's.
A solid night of alcohol consumption and merriment ensued. Fine details are lost to me, however I do remember one of the barchicks finishing her shift early and buying me two shots to have with her.
Anyway, I arrived home at about 4am-ish, dumped my gear in the brass pot I keep beside the door for loose change and ran to the bathroom to get a bucket. I was sure I was in peril after the amount of grog I consumed and the drunken food spree I went on on the way home (I'm deeply ashamed about that now, actually). I stumbled to the bedroom with the bucket under my arm and crashed for the night.
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