Archive for July, 2006

Drinking until 6 a.m = Bad Idea, hangover hurts so bad.

I was tired drinking at 10 p.m. and drank until 6 a.m.  I didn’t think that was possible, jag bombs and tequila, begged to differ.  Started off boozing during the Twins game, then shocker game (a.k.a lots of shots game), then a bar where cops work (cool place), then back home (think I made out with a girl, not sure though), then gambled on mario kart an no limit tourneys until the sun came up.  Real solid evening and I really don’t know if I did anything with that girl, I seriously blacked that out, that’s bad.  Getting myself motivated for drinking this evening will be hard and I can’t believe I just wrote that.  Who am I kidding, I could go for a beer right now.

Went to the dentist today, fucking hate going there.  That’s probably because I suck at brushing my teeth and tend to do it only 3-4 times a week.  Sunday-Tuesday are mainstay teeth brushing days, with one day out of the next 4 if I’m lucky.  Most people know this about me and find it funny or weird.  It happens so rarely because everytime I drink, I consume too much and forget to brush my teeth or even forget where my bed is.  Moral of the story, it hurts a little when the dentist goes to town cleaning my teeth.  It’s also no fun hearing at this pace some bad things could happen to my gums.  But, seriously I’m not going to give up drinking for one day of minimal pain, come on now, get serious dentists.  I know I really need to work on this, but somehow I’ve never had a cavity, I think my teeth clean themselves naturally, plus gum does wonders, trust me.

Oh yeah, the Twins will win the World Series, I’ve been saying it for a month, first time I’m officially writing it down.  When we make the playoffs our 1-2 punch will not allow us to lose.  Which means I’ll be seeing World Series Games in MN. (Re-typing this in, the reason we didn’t win was because that 2 part of the punch was injured and out for the entire playoffs, very unfortunate)

total alcohol consumed around 40 drinks from noon to 4 a.m…obviously that is pretty spread out but I couldn’t even begin to imagine how much i drank.  I was pretty much drunk at the horse track, which my dad and I attended from 12 - 6 and I consumed around 15 drinks and my dad had about 12.  He then decides that I should drive, which is bullshit since he knew I had more.  Whatever, I do it, not a good idea but a successful one nonetheless.  Then, I decide I’m going to a bar and the people I know nearby already had plans or were occupied.  So, I call a friend that lives an hour away, TeddyBear, and drive there still feeling pretty tipsy.  

I force him to join me in some heavy binge drinking, we’re talking no regard for our bodies like when you’re 15 and you’ll drink anything you can get your hands on.  We were at TeddyBear’s friends place, the friend is 30 married and his wife was pregnant.  They were way too cool with us abusing their house and being meatheads.  I asked the guy if he had any booze and he brought like 4 bottles around a little under half full each (probably around 1.5-2 liters).  He refuses my money but I left $40 anyway.  We plow through this shit within 2 hours and are shithoused.  So, by midnight we decide it’s bar time.  My foot disagreed I stepped in a huge hole and twisted my ankle badly.  I didnøt think I could feel pain with that much alcohol in me, but I told TeddyBear the best way for it to go away was the bar.  We get to the bar and I have never been to a bar with this many good looking girls before, 100% dead serious.  I seriously wanted to wife any one of them and bring them back to the states as my foreign trophy wife.  Regardless, I don’t dance with any of them because my ankle hurts too bad and all I remember from the bar is seeing I spent around $250, fucking expensive European bars. 

We leave at 4 a.m. with no women and I pulled the trigger at some point.  We get back to the guys house and I guess I slept on a tile floor nearby the dog.  Turns out the guy who owns the house said he woke up and I had my arm and leg across the dog, he said it was priceless, yet kinda weird.  This means within a 16 hour period I consumed around 40 drinks, that is ridiculous and if anything I’m undershooting, how is that possible? The next morning TeddyBear looks at me and says I’m too old, I refuse to ever try and drink with you again.  He said he couldn’t move his body he hurt so bad and then when I’m leaving he yells I’ll call you next weekend.  As I’m writing this 2 days later my ankle still hurts so bad, I may have done whatever is worse than a twist to it and maybe even a break of some bone.  It shouldn’t hurt to just walk.