Skipped a week...

I just now realized how easy it is to not keep up with this thing. It's been a week since I last wrote in it and it doesn't feel like that.

I just worked last Tuesday, nothing else that I can recall. On Wednesday Todd and I went to watch Chris Conley and Dave Soloway of Saves the Day perform an acoustic set at the Grog Shop. If you're familiar with the band, then I need not say that it was a badass time. Usually I can pick out a negative thing or two about the shows I attend but I don't have one this time. Sometimes even when the band I go to see is playing, I'll just want to go home from standing in one spot all damn night. Nothing like that went down. Good songs, all good shit really. Oh. and me and Todd noticed that scene girls are getting fat. But at least as we were leaving I honked the horn at some random bitchez walking down the street and one of them mooned us and we got a good look at a fine rump.

Friday, the 12th, I got off work at 11pm. C.C. Sabathia blew the first ALCS game against the Red Sox. So me and Ted drank at Andrew's, Todd laid off the booze and just kicked it. Kevin was away at the 72-hour DUI school that I've actually attended before so we didn't see him. Ted had driven there that night, and surprise! surprise!, he past out beyond the ability for us to wake him back up. Todd and I ended up having to walk a mile or two back to his house since I had locked my keys in my house. I slept over there, woke up around 10am Saturday morning and walked home from his house. Party on.

Game one ended with a 10-3 Sox victory. It looked bad, but Fausto came right back and pitched relatively well on Saturday night. We were tied with the Sox at 6 from about the 8th inning, I want to say. The game reached extra innings, but we scored 7 more runs in the 11th at Fagway Park. What is with that tiny thing anyway? No wonder Manny and that DH hit some many damn home stand home runs.

Sunday I saw a bunch of alpacas, including a new born over at Shan's parent's small farm. One wanted to make out with me. At least it was a girl, so I ain't no fAgit.

Bounding over twenty-foot drops, and slippery moss-covered cliffs is how I spent my Sunday afternoon with Ted, Todd, and Koobz at Nelson Ledges. It's a park riddled with trails and tall rock formations with oddly enough soil to hold good sized trees. It was a fun hike, I hate heights and there were a few gaps I avoided due to lack of foot strong confidence but I was proud of what all I actually did leap over for the most part. I don't do too many nature-y things so it was pretty refreshing to get out and do it.

Is it possible to get the case of the Mondays like 20 minutes before it turns into Tuesday? Fuck yes. It happened like an hour ago to me at work. This lame bitch rolls up to my register at 11:42pm with two cart loads of groceries. Not really a big deal, I'm the fastest motherfucker behind a register, as lame as that is. I figure she'd be out of there in like five minutes, tops. I then find she has an envelope of coupons, still, that could only add another minute to the transaction at most. I ring her up, beeping every one of her 170-some odd items, 40some coupons (not including the 15 or so expired ass ones that I threw out), to bring her total to $386 and some change. The cash she has on her comes to $322: a $100 bill, five 20s, a $10 bill, eighteen 5s, eighteen 1s, and two-$2 bills(smArt). I'm like, 'great now I gotta void $65 worth of stuff off her order so she can get the fuck out of here'. I was wrong because she yet had $13 dollars in odd ass change (including Canadian coins, which I refused to take) to make her money $335. So I only had to void like fifty-some bucks worth of stuff for her. Grand. So by midnight on the dot Tuesday morning she finally retreated with having paid $334.46. I wish her a long life. Wait, no I don't. Sorry, I thought the term, "long life" meant "immediate death."

At least the Indians won again tonight, 4-2, giving them the lead in the Series.