This weekend is a interesting one. I define weekend success as being able to have a good time on Friday and then getting up and doing it all again on Saturday for college football. This is where I failed… heavily.
Friday afternoon I was in some kind of mood. My liver felt good and I was ready to make enough empties to feed a homeless family for a month. These are the days that only come along once a month. You get 12 times a year to absolutely TIE ONE ON. And tie one on we did.
I don’t like to drink and tell, it makes you seem like a gym rat douchebag that has 12 beers and claims it was 40, but a big boy number was put up. On the surface, this is a huge checkmark for part one of my weekend success, but I paid dearly in part two. Saturday rolls around and I wake up ready to go. Then I get out of bed and almost fall over trying to put shorts on. I forgot to pull trig before bed the night before.
Puking from drinking gets a bad rap, but a well timed one can keep your weekend on track. When I went to put those shorts on I was still piss drunk. I could have played my cards right and saved this situation… but read the fucking title.
If I had gotten up and forced myself to put a couple back early, I could have saved this whole weekend. I would have just stayed drunk and avoided the brutal midday hangover that was unleashed on me by god himself. I put on a happy face because there was college football to be watched, but I couldn’t really get excited for my team, even though it was a dominating performance. I just didn’t have it in me.
Things I Regret
The easiest would have just been to pull trig, sometimes you just have to. I didn’t make the big time play in the big time moment and I payed for it .
Things I Can Live With
All I can really say here is that I got a great NFL Sunday because of sober Saturday, but I’m not sure NFL is the same if you’re not licking your weekend wounds next to a scented candle.
Kids, just pull the damn trigger.
-Skipper
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