The weekend festivities began with a Friday After Work 3 mile run. No better way to start yourself off with a nice run to get you going. Following the run I immediately decided that I needed to do some carb loading at the Gingerman. Following that we had dinner at the P. Then a drink at Windmill Lounge. Then back to the infamous Gingerman for a birthday celebration. Darts were definitely thrown and we definitely were champions. 2 am rolls around. Time to go home. Luckily I wasn't drinking very much for the last 2 hours, so i felt confident in my driving abilities to drive the 1 mile. I walk to the parking lot... make a loop around. And realize I have no idea where my car is. Wander around some more, have a friend drive me around, run into some other friends who think it is a riot (which it was) that i lost my car. Ha Ha Ha... i laugh. Not really. 20 minutes later... it hits me... i parked about 100 m from the bar on a side street. At this point it was easy to find since there were no longer 100 cars on the street, instead, just mine sitting there alone waiting for me. GO home... sleep...8 am...rolls around quickly, let me tell you. Wake up, drive two hours for a little family get together. Eat some BBQ... then i start feeling back to normal again some how. Leave there around 5ish... drive 1 more hour down to Austin Tx to visit some friends.
Luckily, Austin has a Gingerman, so i was able to go from home away from home but just in another city. Few drinks flowed, someone got pooped on by a bird, some dudes at Lavaca street bar wanted to fight us because we didn't want to give up the shuffle board table. We made up some story that we were playing to 52 for some reason, and they complained that everyone knows you play to 21 (which is true)... we however ignored this rule and pissed the losers off. They weren't even really drinking... hello... get a beer and relax man. We'll be done when we are done. After gingerman, we got to the ghetto Taco Cabana in south Austin. Get my second chicken Quesadilla in 24 hours then proceed to the car. My friend whom I am driving home hops in the car as i say good bye to some people. I follow her lead and hop in the drivers seat. As soon as i sit down, i think to myself... damn... did i take a nap earlier. Because the car seat is definitely either in sleeping position or ghetto gangsta position. Then i realize... wow... my seat feels so smooth almost like leather ... wait... I have cloth seats. SHIT... this is not my car. I look to my friend and yell... get out of the car, this isn't my car. She looks around too realizing we are not in my car. We get out inconspicuously hoping the thug that owned it didn't see us... and realize my car is right next to it. We migrate to it and get in quickly and drive home.
Sunday... woke up late at 945 am knowing i had a lunch at 1230 pm. It takes 3 hours to drive from ATX to BIG D. I realize i will be 15 minutes late. That is ok. Make the drive, get to the restaurant, no one is there. hmm. Talk to the lady, she clarifys our reservation is for 115. Awesome. I run home, do the three S's... and go back to the restaurant for lunch. Few hours later... its bar Olympics time at the Gingerman consisting of Darts, Spades, Yahtzee, and some other card game. I failed to win any of them. I leave the Gingerman at 6 for my 7'o'clock hockey game. Get home... go to lock my door and realize and look at the keys and realize i don't drive an Acura. I somehow grabbed a friends keys and had to go back to the bar to give them back to him.
Moral of the story: Take a picture of where your car is, make sure you are always in the right car, don't steal someone else's keys.
We won our game by the way... 5-2. And yes, someone on the bench commented how i smelt of beer. Awesome.
Go Stars!
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