Lost Weekend

So this was one of those 'lost weekends' and I think I am paying for it now. My buddy Kent [DJ Nutmeg - pictured] was in town for his birthday from Hawaii. He played a set at 'Milk' and it was a blast. Even though the Alpha-tard-striped-shirt guys were in tow again. His set was awesome and I actually danced, most of the night which is rare these days.

Somehow we also managed to hit 'Lipgloss' at La Rhumba for a PBR or two. Fun night. Bad next morning.

So I woke up kind of still drunk from the night before [which is suprising since I only drank beer and don't remember doing any shots]. So fearing a hangover to come, decided to booty call Reed.

Ended up spending the whole day with him, and about 7 PM called Julie to see if I really had to go out to Paul's birthday party. She gave me a mini-guilt trip so I got up, raced home, showered and was back out of the house by 8 PM.

While at Reed's, I had another cocktail [or two] to prevent the hangover. This gave me a nice buzz for when Julie picked me up. When she did, I made small talk by recounting how, recently, I have picked up a bad habit of singing along to my MP3 player while in transit. I have a Reel Big Fish cover of 'The Love Boat' theme song, and have caught myself singing it out loud in public. People must think that odd.

So in the car ride over to Paul's had funny conversations with the car's inhabitants [David, and some Lesbian chick who's name I forget, and Julie]. Got to Paul's and we all convened in the kitchen of course. Had another beer and some deviled eggs [the only food I had eaten all day], and then we were off to Tracks.

Picked up Brian-Chicken on the way there, as it was his birthday as well. It is, after all, birthday season. Got to Tracks, and it was packed. Had another beer and then pretty much spent the rest of the night dancing with David and the Lesbian [two nights of dancing in a row[!]]. They're cool, funny kids and I hope they are at Julie's birthday shindig at Lipgloss on Friday night.

Managed to close Tracks down, and as we all gathered at the end of the night outside, Julie and Matt and all, decide they are too drunk to drive, so they catch a cab. I guess my mind was on other things, so I called Reed to come pick me up and take me back to his place. Surprisingly, he did. It was spooky sitting outside of Tracks by myself at 230 in the AM. Last time I was there that late, I ended up in the emergency room [long, funny story for another time].

So Reed actually got out of bed, got dressed, and came all the way to pick me up. Ended back up at his place, and finally woke up around 10 AM on Sunday. He had a massage he had to do later, and I needed to shower, so I finally got home around noon.

Was supposed to do homework, but was so physically worn out all I could do was watch a 'Project Runway' marathon [Santino is an ass and a horrible designer]. Didn't do homework, didn't do laundry, didn't go to the store, just laid about like a sack of potatoes.

Monday morning; I wake up with my sinuses feeling raw, and my body feeling achey. Figured achey body was just because of all the dancing and activities of the weekend. But as the day progressed, the symptoms only got worse. I called in sick to work to do the homework and stuff I was supposed to do over the weekend, but none of that happened either.

Ended up getting stuck watching Ang Lee's 'Hulk' and I actually liked it better this second time. Eric Bana is hot. It was kinda funny that movie was on, as Reed kind of reminds me of the 'Hulk'. He's 33, 200 lbs. 6'. An ex-athlete and Air Force dude, who now works for the government. It's kind of funny how little me ends up with big boys.

Moral of the story, it's Weds. night and the cold is still kicking my arse. I can't party like a rockstar like I used to.