The rest of the... .weekend

SATURDAY
After realizing my phone was dead and not very usable... i was a little depressed. Oh well. Wah wah. So i decide in order to get rid of the pain, what better way than going to BW3's to watch a UFC fight. My buddy Cash picks me up in his Lexus sporty looking car. Pretty nice, except for it's a 2 seater and the backseat is about the size of a laundry basket. Luckily he makes her ride in the back. I felt bad, but move on.

We end up going to BW3s in Addison (pretty much Southern Oklahoma for those of you that don't know Dallas). BW3s was way to crowded and Cash had some friends across the street at Hooters. Great. It's been over 2.5 years since I've been to Hooters. The food sucked, the beer was average, and the chocolate cake was decent (yes... i think i'm the only one to have ever ordered this). Cash proceeds to drink 2 bottles of wine by himself. He's not doing so hot.

We find our way over to another bar in Addison. At this point I've already vomited three times due to the high amount of cheese that exists in Addison. It's a meat market on angel dust... not my kind of place. We have 2 drinks. Cash is doing worse. GRAPEVINE time of course.

Roll in. Thank goodness i didn't close out the night before... so i just reopen and we go back to the bottle... bottle of bubbly that is. Proceed to the back... Cash says he will be right back. I begin talking to his girlfriend. 15 minutes later... no site of Cash... maybe we should go find him. We find him at the bar... pretty much passed out. The bartender attempts to revive him... not with CPR... but with red bull. Gives him just enough energy to make it to the car. I squeeze into the laundry basket back seat... and they drive me home.

SUNDAY:
Cash calls and wants to go to the Rangers Vs Red Sox game. I can't say no. We go... stay for about 5 innings. Drink a beer and two margaritas. Pretty tasty. At this point we are kind of hungry. We drive around for two hours... and attempt to go to four strip clubs (all are either closed or are not serving food). Not sure why he was so set on seeing boobs and eating food... but i let it pass and go with the flow.

Finally i get home. Run to the gingerman.... have a beer. Go back home. Pick up an old friend who really wants to go out, so i tell her i know of some fun things to do. Go back to uptown... roll over to jakes. Bucket of beer between the few of us. Hockey dave shows up for half an hour. Then we roll over to Idle Rich. Have a few drinks... time to go, but first... Chugging Contest. Me vs Fowler.. miller lite. I get my ass handed to me. Damn. Not the first time. BACK TO THE GINGERMAN

On the way i realize in my drunken phase that my phone that keeps calling my mom and the 9 key does not work is pretty useless. It is at this point that i begin to throw my phone as high as i can and let it smack the ground (This is not a first for me...). Up and down a few times... and i'm amazed it still works. It was pretty cool, because as teh phone flew up in the air, it would light up, and look like a shooting star. All of us drunks were amazed. I get to the bar... and it is still able to light up. I'm kind of excited that its not completly broken. Then, fowler asks to see it. I hand it to him. What does he do. He throws it in my beer. At this point, i continue to drink my beer with the phone in it. I'm not bothered by the phone not working, and even still am not. Shit happens.

At the Gman... some darts and more beers and a casual prank drunk dial to my sister, good times. I call fowler out again for another chugging contest. We start... I get about 3/4 done and realize i can't do it. Fux. But wait, I look at him and he still has half a beer left. I can beat him. I raise my glass. And finish. Slam the glass down. Victory.

At this point... I'm tired and drunk. Take me home now.

Monday--- Pretty lame day. Laundry. Cleaning. and a hell of a lot of sleeping.