A Normal Wednesday Night? Not in the least.

I woke up this morning still drunk.
It’s interesting how fast money leaves your pocket when you can’t even recollect what you purchased. It makes sense though, by the Copernicus’ Law of eternal Raging.
Nevertheless I think these posts will help me “reflect” (Yes Karen, this is where reflection ultimately pays off) on the nights experiences and rediscover lost bits of information clouded by the thick haze of intoxication.
To continue…
The previous night began with the end of our PELA class. I had run home and Neil and I were chilling while drinking some beer. By the way I found another beer called Mad Abbot Tripel with 9.5% ALC. And rated it [91/100]. Anyway, we planned on heading to MPV, but word on the street was there was another deal at Side Bar. We walked to MPV only to get turned down from their ½ price bottle of wine night because we had to buy 2 meals beforehand (the last 2 times we got away with it). Took the bus to sidebar. It sucked, so we decided to walk to 3 wise, only then did we find Nick and Kevin and their girlfriends, ½ the group headed back to sidebar while we hit a bottle shop and got 40’s. drank at an outdoor table until the group came back. Went to 3 wise, Neil bought me a Pint of Guinness (officially ending his IUO). We talked to natives, then maybe around 1:00 headed to Scruffy Murphy’s. Jen introduced us to an incredible pizza place. While we ate Neil got belligerent and started yelling at people or asking for change like a bum. Danced the rest of the night, Jen and I took a cab home (3:30) Neil stayed as he attempted to spit game and perhaps smoke off another pack of cigarettes on the balcony. By the time I crashed it was 4:30.
Woke up at 7:20
RAN to WORK!
The hangover is now just setting in as I sit at my desk. I feel like someone made me drink a gallon of melted nalgene bottles while making me simultaneously impale crayola crayons in my ear while beating me over the head with a whiffle ball bat. Sweet.

Aside from that I would like to re-iterate the fact that I got less than 3 hours of sleep and still managed to run the 12k to work.

I’m truly a living specimen of awesome-ness…