Well this weekend was definitely a memory to cherish. I seemed to have set a personal record for puking on mother nature. My old record stood at just once on a poor tree in state college, but this time I surpassed it by two whole heaves. Yes, three times. And believe me, the third time was definitely a charm (although my audience didn’t seem to enjoy it as much as I).

Now before you go and assume that I’m a drunken idiot that can’t hold onto my booze, let me explain. The whole scene was not caused by alcohol. (we all know that lager doesn’t turn on me like that). What did cause the massive upheaval was probably overexertion and week old calimari. After happy hour(s) at Champs, me, alan, lesley, and her friends went to Ice. Sadly enough I spent my last $10 on cover (yes, 10) so I didn’t even have money to buy booze for 3 hours. And because Lesley and her friends are dancing fools like me, I think I overdid it. I was like that kid in gym class that starts tossing his breakfast after running the mile. I was ok as long as I was moving, but as soon as I stopped, the carnage began.

And to top off the weekend, my car broke down on the way home. At first I thought this was a blessing in disguise because I coasted into a bar parking lot, but later found out that fate was just taunting me cause the bar was closed.