Yep… another wacky weekend. I bought a fifth of Hangar One vodka yet again. This time I ended up drinking about 3/4 of it myself. Wayyyy too much for someone who weighs 130, that’s for sure. As a result, I got shitty out of my fucking mind and ended up attempting to wrestle one of Sam’s friends in his bedroom floor (and getting my ass handed to me). I now have a rugburn on my right ribcage, one on my left shoulder and one on my left elbow. Only the one on my ribcage is bugging me since everytime I stretch, it pulls the skin and makes it hurt. Talk about gay. Apparently, this Jennifer chick was there (I remember that much) and I was kneeling in the floor in front of her and I requested her to smack me across the face…. repeatedly… alternating cheeks.. and I was apparently enjoying it immensely! According to them, I was saying “that feels good, do it again” and she was just knocking the absolute crap out of me. I didn’t wake up in the least bit of pain so I don’t guess she was hitting me that hard. Weird.. maybe I dig pain and don’t even know it? As you can see, I got so drunk that I really don’t remember much of anything. Then again, I don’t know too many people that can knock back that much vodka and remember jack shit.
The shitty part was actually waking up the next day feeling utterly horrible. I had a good 16 hour hangover at least. Bad enough that I couldn’t even eat more than a taco and a half the whole day. 
I felt fine on Sunday, but Saturday sucked ass. We did manage to go out to see the new movie “Four Brothers” Saturday night, though. I actually liked the movie a fair bit and it wasn’t as predictable as I was expecting. Needless to say, I was pleasantly surprised at how good it was and don’t feel too bad about having blown $8 to go see it. It’s a shitload better than The Dukes of Hazzard, that’s for damn sure.
Sunday rolled around and the three of us (Me, Sam, Adam) were out of bed by 9:45am. NO clue why at all… that shit NEVER happens but then again we didn’t get drunk Saturday night. So the three of us pile our bikes into his ghetto sled (1988 Caprice Classic, bitches!) and go out and go for a bike ride… then afterwards we decide to go to the lake because it’s so goddamned hot. We ended up at Melton Hill dam eventually despite the fact that Adam managed to get lost trying to find it. Amusingly, we stopped at the store right before you get to the dam and then dipshit jumps back on the interstate and heads farther west…. not realizing that he was already in the right place! So anyway, we finally get there and hang out for a couple of hours. I opted not to get ALL the way in since my rugburns were going to burn like a motherfucker if that lake water touched them. So I just kinda waded around admiring the gorgeous women running around in bikinis (and trying to ignore the fat fucking cows who were wearing them as well). There were a fair number of nice looking women there worth looking at. After leaving the lake, we ate at Subway then came back to Sam’s house and took a nap.. then I came to work. Joy… Overall, a good weekend minus the hangover. Yes, I’ll probably do it next weekend. Well, after our planned ride at Haw Ridge. 
