Saturday's Debacle & Sunday's Pain

Right, let's see if I can make it through Saturday's festivities...

I stayed in bed until the last possible moment, despite the Hamster's run because of Barb's re-appearance, see post below for further details. I had my alarm set for 8am, which was going to give me a lot of time to wake up and be ready for the first ball game. I was up, showered and even made a pot of coffee before Jen woke up and said hello. She was amazed that I didn't wake her and that there was actually a pot of coffee.

I was out the door around 9am... needed to pick up some cash for Alan for registration in the tourney, which was only $25... not too bad. It was three games on Saturday and at least one on Sunday. I couldn't make the last game on Saturday, because of getting Stamps tickets from Fred's Mom, but I was gonna play in the rest of the games, no problem. On the way to the bank, I got a call from Alan; he, Munden and a few others on the team were out drinking until the wee hours of the morning, only getting to sleep at 7am. Crikey. Needless to say, they were in rough shape for the games on Saturday. Munden couldn't keep himself together, Alan was moaning and groaning the entire time... it was quite humourous. Their states were also reflected in the result of the game... a 12-11 loss. It wasn't really a bad game... I think we were winning for a while, but it just went to hell in the end.

After the game, Alan and I went to Joey Tomato's in the NE for a drink. That was going to sort him out a bit. There he choked back a few Caesars and I had a couple beers. Something to just calm the nerves a bit. We went back to the park and had a couple more drinks at the beer gardens. Alan was working himself into a great drunk and I was getting started to some degree. The second game was a little bit more of a rout for our opponents... I think they clocked us 12-6 or something horribly worse.

The game didn't finish until 3:15pm and I had to be home to pick up Chris and meet Dad & Harold for the Stamps game at the house for 4pm. I managed to sneak into the shower since I was a sweaty mess. It was such a warm afternoon on Saturday, the game in the afternoon was sweaty and sticky affair. I was home in no time from the ballpark and quickly showered before Chris came upstairs and Dad & Harold arrived about 10-15 minutes late.

Up at McMahon Stadium, we arrived, grabbed a couple of beers and got to our seats. Low and behold, we were sitting in the "family section" of the stadium... which it didn't say on our tickets or anywhere on the way up to our seats, so we actually got a talking to by the Superfan Attendant of the building. We could finish our drinks there, but we should refrain from bringing any other alcohol up there. The game itself was in need of a few more beers... it was only 9-1 Calgary at the half... quite the snoozer. At halftime, the four of us hung out around the concourse, waiting in line for food and just generally hanging out. If we couldn't drink at our seats, that was pretty much the last place we could. We went back to our seats to watch the fourth quarter, but decided to go with 5 minutes to go... thus missing a small Argonauts comeback. No matter... we were back at home before 8pm.

Then the evening sort of went to hell... Chris and I started back at the Yardhouse, but his cousin from Victoria was in town and needed a ride or to be picked up to come out with us at the Blackfoot Inn. So, we piled into his car and picked up his cousin, Brendan. Then... it was back to the Yardhouse for a whole ton of drinks. The night became fuzzy... and rightly so. The bill in the end, Chris said, was about $180 before tip. Crikey. Chris also had made mention that I was getting awfully fresh with Erin... who, to some degree, is quite desirable. Her boyfriend, who I had met once, didn't seem to factor too much Saturday night. Between the shots and drinks, I was ill after going home... the last shot, which was red by colour, which I know for sure, 'cuz it was on the carpet of my room in the morning, obviously didn't sit well.

The day and night has made me come to think that a month off the booze will be greatly celebrated. The whole day cost me quite a bit... something I shouldn't have really done and the hangover was enough to set me straight for a while. So, I think that's what I'll do. I'll go straight for a while and see where it takes me. I'm sure it can't be much worse than the antics that I've been getting up to of late, so that's a good thing.

When 8am rolled around, I forgot that I promised to pick up Alan in the morning to go to our first ball game at 9am. I rolled out of bed at ten past and got dressed, threw up some bile and was out the door. I picked up Alan at his local Mac's Store, where I bought a 2-litre of OJ and the new issue of Playboy (man, good things do happen when I'm hungover)... and we were off to the ball diamonds. It was sort of good news/bad news at the diamonds... when we arrived we were the third & fourth one's there for the team... but we were also the last one's to show up before having to forfeit the game, since we had no players. Fortunately, I got to take Alan home and go home and die on the couch.

Besides sleeping 'til around noon, I did some shopping, did loads of laundry... had to wash the couch's covers 'cuz Costas took a shit all over the couch when I went to Safeway. I managed to quell my hangover finally in the afternoon with a bowl of salmon salad and some 7up. Jen finally came home in the evening after spending the evening at Jen & Paul's new house in McKenzie Town. I watched all the new episodes of the Simpsons & Family Guy and such... then it was bed for me.

Now I'm on Day 2 of my new alcohol-free regime. I am going to meet Melody at the Kensington Pub, but I've already told her that I won't be dipping into the lager tonight. She's not one of the peer pressuring types, so I'm cool with that. Maybe some ice tea for me... that'd go down a treat, me thinks.