I was in good spirits yesterday. Played beer pong on the deck. I won the first game played on the new table and then somehow managed to lose two in a row (to a girl…) I was pretty much ready to drink. People need a reason like Cinco De Mayo to drink. I could care less what kind of holiday there was, I was ready to get wasted on a perfectly good Wednesday afternoon. I probably had 8-10 beers during beer pong, then Wagon and I went to Mad River where I’m not even sure how many Corona’s we drank. Just to put this in perspective. I started drinking at 5 and drank all the way through till 8:30 when we left for the bar. Wagon was sober at 8:30. He finished the night drunk, drinking with me and we were going beer for beer at Mad River. I also had a red stag shot thrown in there because I went to buy it from the girl who I’ve seen a couple times and called her the Red Stag girl and she thought I wanted shots of Red Stag so she brought 2 out and I did one with her and after that it starts to get fuzzy. Wagon used the word blurry but for me it was probably more like black. I remember some black girl wanting to dance with me and I smoothly turned away like I was too cool for her. Then that’s about all I remember. Next thing I knew my alarm was going off at 7:15 am and I felt like death. I went to work fine and did things all day in a semi productive state. This is a Wednesday night. I was pretty gung ho though about drinking so I pretty much went at it just like I would a weekend. My closing thought on the evening is that day drinking owns and it should be including it in my weekly repertoire more often. I decided to take a couple days off from running (to drink) an enjoy life for a couple weeks.

I feel pretty good about things right now aside from the stock market which I’ll just forget about for a while. I’ve hit 9 of my last 11 sports bets and I took the Hawks tonight even after that brutal beating they took in Game 1. I don’t see them winning but I doubt they will be embarrassed like that again. I’m pretty much just winning right now. I’m winning in life. I just seriously have a big head right now for no real reason other than I win. This blog is devoted to me and I can write whatever I want in it so I will. On a realistic note, I’ve been pretty bad at everything as of late. My 115 in golf was one of the worst rounds I’ve had in the past 10 years. I do keep every shot though which resulted in a 10 and 12 on the card. Wagon (and Jill) beat me in beer pong. I’ve dwindled my poker roll. I got hammered in the stock market. And the great thing is I don’t care. I still think I’m the best. There are two important things in life. One is being the best and the second is saying you are the best. Being the best is not easy but saying you are the best can be done with not much regret. There are tons of excuses for why you aren’t playing up to standards. Off day, hungover, feeling sick… In the end it’s all about a mindset. I say I’m the best, therefore I am. Just a word of warning, something big is just around the corner. I’ve had this feeling before but now I’m sure of it. I don’t know what it is but it’s coming…