Saturday, August 30, 2003

Ugh, I had a pretty bad hangover today. But it's nothing compared to what Ryan must be suffering. Allow me to break it down for you.

Playing Soul Calibur II (godly fun) at Ryans house with a gang of folks, Cara says that it would be a good idea to go and get drunk. It had been far too long since I've partied with my friends, so I agreed. As did Phil and Ryan. Ryan reported that he had to work in the morning, but that he would go anyway, as a show of good friendship. Upon getting ready to leave for the club, Phil weenied out, to nobodie's surprise. But more on that later.

The club that we had decided to hit was The Night Gallery, which is pretty much the biggest dive in the city that has found a nice niche for itself, being defined as halfway a club, and halfway condemned. I actually have no idea as to why on earth we would choose to go to this place. When we arrived, we realized that we were the only ones there, save for a group that was smaller than that playing Soul Calibur at the house. The booze was cheap though, so we figured we'd give the place the old college try. And we ended up having a lot of fun.

We met these two girls, Michelle and what's-her-face, and they were really cool. They both work at a casino, and knew of Adam, our resident poker champ and compulsive gambler. That was great. We drank a lot of beer, and did a lot of shots. I was doing great for myself, but at the end of the night I realized that Ryan had been drinking on par with me. With most people, that's not a problem, except that Ryan holds his alcohol like a little girl. It's kinda weird, because he's not a small man by any means, and Cara, a little girl, was doing better than the both of us. When we left the club, I realized that Ryan was doomed.

I called him at work today, and he was far from fresh. It would seem as though death would come as a favour to him. As for myself, I was able to keep my composure, with the help of tylonol, and tomato juice. I think that I heard somewhere that that stuff's good for hangovers. Thinking about it now, I guess that any food or drink with vitamins and nutrients would be good for you. So's coffee, I guess.

Does anybody else think that tomato-flavoured coffee might be interesting? I write this knowing full well that the idea will likely be stolen, along with every other million=dollar idea I've come up with.

So, Phil. He's a cool guy and all, but sometimes the kid is a real weenie. He was all up for getting drunk with us, up until the last second. It was almost as if the guy was leading us on or something. Whatever. I have little patience for waffling on decisions. Myself, when I'm faced with a decision, I like to do them quickly, and with confidence. I think that it was Sun Tzu who said that all decisions should be made in the space of seven breaths. It seems like good advice to me. I certainly wouldn't argue with a guy whose job was to win wars for people. That is what he did, right?


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