Another Good Bender

You know, being hungover this morning, I've found that Dido's albums on the MP3 player is a great relief for the ol' head. It takes the place of the deafening silence and it isn't laden with hard rock anthems that I would normally crank. Just her soft voice cooing over the haze in my head. Ahhh... it's very therapeutic.

Despite her being a huge Arsenal supporter and season ticket holder, I would still love her for my own. I mean, she's hot... she's talented... and she's hot. I still sort of wish I kidnapped her on my way home from England... I would hope that Stockholm Syndrome would kick in and then all would be joyful... but that pipe dream is never to be, I fear.

Neither her or Rachel Stevens were readily available in London before my 5am flight out of Gatwick... so sadly, I flew home without an English pop star in my luggage. Man, it sure would have been worth the extra weight charge on my baggage.

Anyways... I shall continue with this morning's story.

As you are to understand, yes, I'm hungover this morning. Only slightly... nothing major. No real headache or need to hurl, but I have a pretty good haze on this morning. I am sort of enjoying sitting here in my haze, mostly 'cuz I'm not busy here at work. Normally, if I'm not working, I'm pretty bored. Somehow, the haze makes it all better.

Last night was another trip to the Wildfire. I picked Rob up at his place around 7pm and we walked down to the bar. (Now playing: Dirty Vegas' self-titled album) Well, did we ever tie one on... I was on Keith's and Rob was on Rum & Diet Cokes... we got into Greg's "special" shots that he won't tell what the ingredients are, but I heard there was screech involved... and I had a Wildfire equivalent to the Vodka/Red Bull. I don't know exactly what the energy drink was called, but it tasted the same... I should have had a few more of those.

We played a ton of pool last night... even playing with father/son, Allan & Reese, for a while. I was playing out of my skin last night... I don't think I actually lost a game... I guess I should have been playing for money. I did win a bet on a shot of a long bank on the table, so Rob bought one of the rounds... granted, I have a feeling that he paid for the night... 'cuz I don't remember bringing out my Visa at all... I could be wrong, but I didn't find a receipt either. I will have to check with him and settle up.

I did manage to chat a little bit more about the hockey pool... but I don't think all the details I wanted were finalized. Oh well... that's what Tuesday will be for, when I run the first one. Then there was my alterior motive for going... I've agreed with WhizzleKitten that I think I'll take stalking on as a hobby (just kidding, it just makes for a better e-mail string)... Alicia, one of the waitress/bartenders of the Wildfire is pretty hot... so I did wanna go down there and catch a glimpse... but that wasn't to be. Dang! I was chatting up Shelley, our server for the evening, a bit... she's alright. Scary thin though... but I wouldn't put that down as a fault. So I did manage to show off my drunken charm a bit... so, that's alright.

Needless to say, we were pretty drunk on the walk home last night. That much I do remember... and it was a long walk home. Sooooo long. I'm pretty sure Autopilot kicked in at some points through the night as well... which probably was okay, but I can't really be sure. Ha. I have no idea what time I actually rolled into the house and collapsed into bed... but by the way I was tired this morning, it probably wasn't too early.

It didn't help this morning that Dad wanted to be out the door by 6:40am this morning. There was no traffic on the road to slow us down and with a stop at McDonalds for a much needed breakfast, I was still in the office by 7:10am. Fudge.

With the cloud cover and the potential rain fall, it was still fairly dark outside... so I pulled up the other chair in the EDGAR office, wrapped my coat over me as a blanket and napped for a half hour. I set my phone's alarm for 7:50am... and snoozed a bit. Blue Orchid woke me up once... I hit the snooze button for an extra 10 minutes sleep and felt a great deal better since doing that. It's great that no one else is scheduled to arrive in the office until after 8:30am... I took advantage of an advantageous situation.

Three cups of coffee, McDonalds breakfast and a blueberry muffin from Tim Horton's and the haze is still here. The Dirty Vegas album is working well on this hangover as well... how fantastic.

"Days go by and still I think of you..."