Wednesday, April 04, 2007

It all started out innocently enough. After a jog to the bank I was going to meek K in Cole Valley when she was heading home from work. We were 'planning' on just walking up and stopping at the corner grocery store for fajita supplies. Since I was running late, she decided to stop in at our favorite Cole Valley spot for a tasty beverage and wait. By the time I got there B was en route and I was thirsty. A couple beers later we decided our favorite bar had a mysterious quality about it... it sucked you in and made you drink... heavily. We broke free of the spell just long enough to head on back to the apartment. Of course breaking free didn't mean we were done drinking, it just meant it would be easier on the wallet drinking at home. The party quickly doubled after Party C, Wonder Butt (WB), and H all came over. Over the course of the night I battled with a bottle of Appleton Estate Rum and came very close to winning. Luckily I had the good sense to pass out before that last couple shots were finished. Now there's a bottle with two shots left in it taunting me. Damn that bottle of rum!

The rest of the weekend was filled with watching the Final 4 tournament, eating fantastic turkey hotdogs, and drinking my good friend Miller Light. Ah, Miller Light... it never has a chance to taunt me!

Monday I made up for it all though. At least that's what I tell myself. I went out for what I thought was going to be a nice short run, but it ended up turning into a 7.5 mile excursion to the ocean and back. It was the furthest I've run in a couple months. It was excellent. And now I hurt. A lot. Everywhere.


1 comment:

Kerri&Shaun said...

I battle Miller Light all the time - it even taunts me in my dreams. Taunts me. You're blonde.