Saturday, August 7, 2010

GCOTD: Today August 7, 2010



6:40am: Wake up with a very mild hangover, extreme tiredness, and cigar mouth after having only 4 hours of sleep.
6:50am: Go downstairs into my shitty dirty house with no wife and no dog and try to go back to sleep on the couch while drinking Gatorade and watching SportsCenter.
8:30am: Realize only a full breakfast including coffee will get rid of the crappy way I feel and the cigar mouth.
8:31am: Remember my fucking coffee pot is broken.
9:00am: Work up the courage to go to Starbucks for coffee and breakfast.
10:00am: Confirm that Billy isn't going to the 1pm card game with me.
11:00am: Take my car to the car wash on my way to Robeks and Annapolis to play in a charity poker tournament with Miller.
12:30am: Realize Annapolis is full of 25,000 douchebags and only 15 parking spots all of which are already taken. Texting with Miller.
1:00pm: Arrive at the bar right as the tourney is about to start and can't find Miller.
1:05pm: Confirm that Miller is still at home in bed, leave bar pissed off and walk the mile back to my car.
2:10pm: Arrive back to my shitty house with no wife and no dog and do some laundry and eat some lunch.
3:00pm Finish up laundry and my eighth miserable trip to the toilet today, apparently I ate poison, and get read to head to the park to play bball.
3:30pm: Arrive at the park to find it empty. Drive right passed it pissed off. Turn around and see a group of four guys have arrived, decide to shoot around for a bit to see if more people show up.
4:30pm: Give up on more people showing up. Beautiful day now officially wasted.
4:45pm: Return to my shitty house with no wife and no dog again.
5:00pm: Play video games and do more laundry. Enjoy neither activity. Text with Billy about hanging out and maybe playing cards at night.
7:30pm: After texting Billy and getting no response for 15 minutes decide to shower.
7:50pm: Come up with awesome idea that I will go to McGintys for dinner and I'll sit at the bar and have some Guinness and corned beef and cabbage and I'm cool so people will chat with me and it'll be cool and I'll feel like my life is ok.
8:15pm: Arrive at McGinty's and realize how terrible this idea was.
8:20pm: Arrive at different restaurant where I will feel like less of a loser because it has bigger TVs and settle into the bar and order a Guinness.
8:35 pm: Eat Jalapeno Cornbread that surprisingly came with my salad. Only positive part of the day.
8:50pm: Actually starting to enjoy the meal as I am halfway through my rotisserie chicken when all of a sudden BAM busted chick and gay dude arrive and sit basically right on top of me and the chick has so much cocoa butter on I almost puke all over myself.
8:55pm: They order drinks and get carded. I didn't get carded. I make joke to fat waitress about how she made me feel old. I am old. And a loser. Joke isn't that funny.
9:00pm: Ask for check.
9:45pm: After arriving back at my shitty house with no wife and no dog decide to blog about my day.

6 comments:

  1. Wow that's quite the day. You need a trip down here with Shote Sleeves, stat. Schedule is here.

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  2. Whatever you do, stay the fuck out of Blacksburg. Listen to me very carefully, insert 'We (Symbol of a Gun' Clones in the CD player. Repeat.

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  3. Furthermore, Fidel Castro is obviously a gigantic pussy. KFTC, though.

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  4. BMR,
    Your first post is very insightful and helpful. Thank you.

    Your second post however is a bit out of left field and misguided. I have a task for you if Castro is such a pussy. Become a dictator to just one person. Just one. Maintain that for 1 year. Once you have done that you will have accomplished what Castro has accomplished for 50 years for a couple million people. Good luck to you sir.

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  5. Wahhhh! I want to call all the shots and all I bring to the table is sugar. Wahhhhh! Pooothayyyyy! Chew on some socks.

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  6. SS, I feel this post. However, I also feel this- depending on your situation- you and me getting drunk (of course) then ala J. Shubert style, breaking stuff until we hurt ourselves, possibly burning some wifes clothes, getting more (new) dogs, and also forearm tattoos? You ready to ride ninja? This for real hoco ex-roomie is down for life and ready to burn stuff and laugh. Holla at ya cracker son.

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