So Many Ones...

This weekend has not only been fun, but also, productive. I managed to clean up my living quarters finish most of my laundry, and spend an evening and early morning partying.

I don't like Jager Bombs.

As most of you know, last night was a friend's bachelor party. The above comment is one of the few things I learned while watching mostly naked women taking money from mostly drunk men. Do you know how hard it is for a man to learn anything while watching naked women? I also found out I don't like Killians Red. One more beer to cross off the list. It was one of the better beers I have tasted. One day I hope to find one I like. Another thing I learned is that I hate time limits at strip clubs. We had rented a party bus to transport us from the home we started at to the bars and back and only had it for 4 hours. I woke up this morning with $25 in ones in my pocket. I had no idea how much time we had left and had to replenish my stack of Georges. Turned out there was only about 15 minutes left after that. So many ones, so little time. Damn, If only I could have stayed a little longer, I could have come home without all those ones. The night, however, was a complete success. B's party was great and at the end of the night he could barely walk and could not unlock his front door without assistance. Everyone had fun and we didn't forget anyone at any of the bars.

Hopefully, I can finish my reports and get to hockey tonight and tomorrow night before heading back to the cubicle on wheels on Tuesday. Hope everyone is having as good a weekend as I am. Happy birthday Duff. Welcome back LB.