Friday

My feet are up...
Got Chimay in my cup...
Life is good.

I'm enjoying a ridiculous night of non-stop sports while Michelle is away on a girly weekend (miss you!). No "He's Just Not That Into You" for this guy tonight...I get to watch every excruciating moment of the O's latest debacle. On second thought, think I'll watch hockey. Stupid O's.

Tomorrow will mark my first all-day drinking affair since I've gotten back on the sauce; going to the Caps/Pens game with Paint Drinking Pete. I'm excited, but definitely a little apprehensive about the possibility of diminished drinking powers.

I behaved myself last weekend- my first drinking weekend in a month- so now I'm going keep my liver on its toes. Gotta make sure it's still working hard.

We'll definitely need to get in a "festive" mood to root on the Caps vs the hated Pens- the latest team from Pittsburgh to attempt to crush the dreams of one of my favorite teams. The shitty thing is, they usually succeed. Not only that, but their fans are fucking EVERYWHERE...probably because nobody actually wants to live in Pittsburgh. They invade our sports bars, stadiums, and arenas, bringing with them an annoying air of superiority- even though probably 75 percent of them have never been to Pittsburgh.

We'll definitely need the power of alcohol to deal with the few thousand Pittsburgh fans that will undoubtedly invade the Phone Booth. I just hope that none of them are near us, especially the douches that wear Steeler gear and wave "terrible towels" sitting directly behind us. News flash- it's a hockey game, dickweeds. The Caps really need to shut them up and win...although they'll still point out all the goddamned Super Bowls and Stanley Cups they've won in the past. Who gives a fuck!?

/end rant

Well, hopefully I'll have some funny stories from tomorrow, and don't end up getting arrested for befouling a terrible towel. Leave that stuff to "Let's Go Goats!"