It's been a quiet few weeks . . .
Three weeks ago, I flew down to Florida to visit my parents for the weekend. It was nearly more excitement than I could handle. When I have more time, I'll post a blow-by-blow of the weekend, including a crazy 40-minute walk through a local nature preserve which included an alligator sighting and loads of turtles and birds.
The following week, I organized my buddy's bachelor party here in D.C. (he's getting married the 19th). It was two straight days of heavy drinking and debauchery. I made a dinner reservation for 10 "gentlemen" Saturday night at Fogo de Chao. If you've never been, it's basically all you can eat meat. It seemed like an appropriate place for a bachelor party dinner. Plus, there's nothing like good old fashion homosexual innuendo at a bachelor party, and I was looking forward to getting tanked and demanding the waiter "fill that man's hole with meat!!!" Friday night went smoothly -- just a couple gentlemen pounding 10 adult beverages and stumbling back to the Westin. Saturday began early afternoon at a driving range in Virginia that served buckets of beer. 5 of us attended. Combined, we hit zero golf balls, and drank a thirty beers. By dinner, when the rest of the party showed up, we had a substantial, double-digit head start. I don't think I ever kicked my line on the waiter. Instead, I just thought about it in my head and giggled to myself like fucken idiot. Fast forward to 2:00 am, the core four of the wedding party finished the evening with class, in style, pounding 20 ounce drafts at a Buffalo Wild Wings and hitting a vaporizer right at the bar. No one was arrested, and the wedding is still on, so I guess it was a success.
Afterwards, I needed nearly a full week to recover.
Which lead to last weekend. After sleeping to 10:30 Saturday morning, I got dressed and headed out the door to get coffee, drop off dry cleaning, and go for a run down by the Potomac river. However, after taking care of the first two items on my list, I determined it was too "breezy" to run. Yes, too breezy... So, I went home and watched 12 hours of baseball instead. Sunday was more of the same. Hell, I even had tickets to the Nats-Braves game at 1:35, but couldn't motivate to head to the park, so I ended up watching the game from my couch.
So, it's now Tuesday morning, 6:30 am, as I write this. I'm feeling almost back to normal. And not a minute too soon. I've got a full month or so on tap. I'm heading to AC this Friday . . . Next weekend is the aforementioned wedding . . . The following weekend I'm heading to Vegas for a quick trip to catch OAR play a three-night run at the Brooklyn Bowl . . . Which will be followed by a quick weekend trip to Denver the next weekend to catch the Mets series at Coors Field and visit my niece.
YOLO, as the kids say . . .