Escape

Trying to save money to head home for the holidays, I've not done much around here. A couple of meals out and that's about it. Those chances to get out are appreciated.

Last weekend, I was able to set out on a trek to faraway lands, to a den of iniquity... Vegas, baby. There, I managed to catch AW before she left on a jet plane. She wasn't sure when she'd be back again.

Also got to hook up with Matty O'Blackfive, which is always a good time. Great guy who doesn't really say too much and drinks even less. Heh. No. It's true. Or not.

Additionally, I had the privilege and honor to meet Chuck, and Jack and Jill Army. Unfortunately, while it was truly an honor to meet these fine folks, I'm not sure the feeling is mutual.

See... I don't clearly remember too much of the evening.

I should have taken a warning from the sip of bourbon and coke that AW made me take. It was actually bourbon, with a hint of coke for flavor. Took my breath away.

They say that your true personality shows when you've been drinking. Well, hopefully I was seen as a big, dumb kid who was happy to get out and hook up with folks from "home" (and in the process, overdid it), rather than Douchey McMassengil...

This weekend? I was planning on hooking up with Mark, of Knockin On the Golden Door, but, due to the alcohol induced haze in which I entered the week, I didn't realize until wednesday, that this was the weekend. I didn't get all of my chores done, despite my rushing about, the last two days, so I ended up runnin short on time.

Sometime in December, I'll fix that... count on it, Mark.

Posted by That 1 Guy at November 17, 2007 05:55 PM | TrackBack