Bike Race and Chaos

So this has been one of the best weekends I’ve had in a long time. Pretty much the most fun you can have without getting laid. I have shout outs, call outs and thank yous galore for the people involved to make this weekend awesome. I tried something a bit different this weekend to make things turn out better and that was to start drinking later. On Friday I made it to 8:15 before consuming any alcohol and 7:15 on Saturday. This led to me being functional for the majority of the weekend and remembering most things. I scored some girls number on Friday night, who I said I would take on a date but I’m considering otherwise at no fault of her own. I really wonder what she’s thinking though because I remember asking her name at least 10 times and when she asked me if I knew it I had no idea. I remember telling her I loved her glasses and I think that’s what did it.

We had a weak game in softball on Saturday because the other team was only playing two outfielders. I give Evan some props for standing in there against me pitching overhand which abruptly ended when I beaned him in the back. I personally would never stand in there with me throwing hard. Saturday night was fun too as we had a plethora of siblings over. We got a keg and everything worked out fine. After a couple of shots of Yager with DB and many many games of flip cup I made it to the bar but was pretty wasted. I also want to note that I lost 1v1 vs Kat but beat Jill so I’m looking for a rematch because I don’t like losing to girls. I had a girl sleep in my bed on Saturday but I’m going to be completely honest and say that I have no idea how she got there.

Sunday was really the day of choice though as it was the Manayunk bike race. I’m actually smarter than most people think surprisingly. I collected 24 bike race tickets prior to the bike race because the bartenders have a quota so they are looking to sell the tickets for drink deals. I specifically sent my favorite bartender this link so she can understand my appreciation of her service. If you read this you are easily one of the nicest people I’ve met and I thank you for feeding my desire for alcohol. My thought in the morning was that I might have some difficulty getting rid of that many bike race tickets but much to my surprise, this was not the case. Big props to Wagon for helping me sell the tickets and I think we collected about 200+ dollars for them all. I really don’t feel bad about it at all because I’ve literally given Mad River thousands upon thousands of dollars and I have to be one of the best customers. It’s kind of like Cheers where everybody “knows your name.” There’s one bartender there who gets really annoyed with me because I always ask her the same questions but I this point I think she understands it’s kind of a joke and she’s starting to give in to my likability. My favorite part of selling the tickets was Chad and I walking up to some people and them being really skeptical about the deal and Chad was just like “fuck you, we’ll sell them to someone else” and the guy instantly caved. So that part of the day was a success.

When I woke up on Sunday I had about 4 beers before I left to go to Mad River but when I got there I wasn’t in my best drinking shape but that changed after a few hours. Once we found the best bartender the Mind Erasers occurred and shit started to get out of control. I literally must have grinded on about 10 different girls who I pretty much didn’t give an option to saying no. There were tons of hot girls there and I think I have to agree with Chad and say that they should have that every Sunday cause I would be there every time. I have a couple of random numbers that I don’t really remember getting but I’ll probably give them a call to see what I was up to. I have two bbm’s from Jkash, one that says “Where are you” and then another one 10 minutes later that says “Where the fuck are you” so I would think it was probably around 7:30ish that I went back to Green lane. Major shout out to Jkash who was my right hand man all day and drinking like a champ. At night, I was definitely close to passed out mode but I still drank a beer just in spite of Mallory who secretly loves me even though she acts otherwise. I woke up at 3:30am on the couch and feeling like death. I went to my bed and when I woke up at 7:00 today. I was hurting but not feeling horrible. I actually had a physical scheduled today and I’m 5-11 and 172 pounds which is reasonably fit and I’m just hoping all the alcohol today doesn’t skew the blood test results. The nurse told me to put on a gown and I was like no fucking way am I wearing this piece of shit gown. That pretty much concludes what I went through over the past couple days.