weekend musings
the weekend started off shitty. work bullshit. i don't feel like getting into it but i was all stressed out by the time i got home friday evening. did i want to crack open the tasty ipa's that were waiting for me in the fridge or did i want to have a low-key night and workout? i opted for the former. did you expect anything less? that dogfish head 60 minute ipa sure was tasty. so was that batch of extra-hot homemade salsa i fired up. then the storms hit. power went out for a few seconds but came back on. time for another beer. and another. and another. hmm...what am i going to do on this friday night? i didn't feel like sitting around by myself all night and the 80's dance party i was hosting by myself was getting old...FAST!
so 9:00 rolls around and i had gone through all of my 60 minute ipa. well, looks like i'll have to break out the 90 minute ipa. that's an imperial ipa, 9.0% abv. i don't like it as much as the 60 minute, but still tasty, nonetheless. i turn on the tele and all over the news was the devastation around metro detroit. wow! was it really that bad out? i guess so. we got hit pretty good in livonia, but i guess further north up in fenton, they got hit w/ some tornadoes. there was also flooding all around town too. oh yeah and about 70,000 people without power. well, i'm good. the storm had passed, my belly was warm from the salsa, i had a pretty good buzz from the dogfish heads and was happily surfing on my computer when FLASH! the power went out. it tried to come back on 3 times and then darkness and silence settled upon me. FUCK. this sucks. i called some friends up and told them i was alone in the dark and scared and needed to be held, so they invited me over. not only was a phat steak waiting for me when i got over there but hot corn on the cob and beer too! now that's what i call a good friend!
and that was just friday. saturday, i crawled out of bed as i needed to be at maybury by 11:00 to help out. it started raining about 20 minutes after i got out there. not fun. after helping out with the course, i moved over to the food pavillion and helped out there. then, i started drinking. all downhill from there. no, it was fun, really. except for when i puked 4 times in the outhouse while peeing. i've never, ever puked because of a smell before. gagged, yes, but never chunkage. that was the worst smelling outhouse EVER!
i even got in a little trail run when i went back out to course marshall and sherpaboy and the ems come tearing through with their vehicles. it felt really good to be running on the trail even though it was slick and muddy. i'm glad they got the downed rider out safely.
more drinking ensued as we headed downtown northville then downtown plymouth. i was being heckled relentlessly by two specific darkhorse girls. they're brutal, man! ;-)
oh yeah, one more thing...
I'M NEVER DRINKING AGAIN!
so 9:00 rolls around and i had gone through all of my 60 minute ipa. well, looks like i'll have to break out the 90 minute ipa. that's an imperial ipa, 9.0% abv. i don't like it as much as the 60 minute, but still tasty, nonetheless. i turn on the tele and all over the news was the devastation around metro detroit. wow! was it really that bad out? i guess so. we got hit pretty good in livonia, but i guess further north up in fenton, they got hit w/ some tornadoes. there was also flooding all around town too. oh yeah and about 70,000 people without power. well, i'm good. the storm had passed, my belly was warm from the salsa, i had a pretty good buzz from the dogfish heads and was happily surfing on my computer when FLASH! the power went out. it tried to come back on 3 times and then darkness and silence settled upon me. FUCK. this sucks. i called some friends up and told them i was alone in the dark and scared and needed to be held, so they invited me over. not only was a phat steak waiting for me when i got over there but hot corn on the cob and beer too! now that's what i call a good friend!
and that was just friday. saturday, i crawled out of bed as i needed to be at maybury by 11:00 to help out. it started raining about 20 minutes after i got out there. not fun. after helping out with the course, i moved over to the food pavillion and helped out there. then, i started drinking. all downhill from there. no, it was fun, really. except for when i puked 4 times in the outhouse while peeing. i've never, ever puked because of a smell before. gagged, yes, but never chunkage. that was the worst smelling outhouse EVER!
i even got in a little trail run when i went back out to course marshall and sherpaboy and the ems come tearing through with their vehicles. it felt really good to be running on the trail even though it was slick and muddy. i'm glad they got the downed rider out safely.
more drinking ensued as we headed downtown northville then downtown plymouth. i was being heckled relentlessly by two specific darkhorse girls. they're brutal, man! ;-)
oh yeah, one more thing...
I'M NEVER DRINKING AGAIN!
posted by Alden at 12:36 PM
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