Booze or Lose

Memorial Day weekend.

See, I bet when you read that, in your head it sounded like this: “Meh-more-ee-uhl Day Wee-kehnd,” didn’t it? Every time I read it, though, all I hear is, “three successive days of blacking out.”

This weekend will consist of the following:

1. a poker game at Zach’s (read: “free money")
2. Game 1 of the Penguins and Red Wings (read: “hammered and obnoxious by 9 pm”)
3. celebration of Alex’s birthday (read: “short skirts and long bar tabs”)
4. celebration of Haze’s birthday (read: “short skirts and a long night in jail”)
5. a cookout at Baby Joey’s (read: “Olympic beer pong trials”)

Last weekend was T.C.’s birthday, and I think I celebrated it harder than he did. About 15 of us spent the night at the White Eagle, a lowkey—i.e. dive—bar in the South Side. And, apparently, I drank enough shots to bend space-time continuum; we seemed to jump from 10 pm Friday night to 2 am Saturday morning. I’ve been waiting for someone to send me a picture of me getting into a DeLorean.

I can only expect more of the same ahead. Salud. And “Go Pens!”