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Today was planned out as a 'quiet' day. It didn't turn out that way.

My friend Bryan called me around three this afternoon saying he wanted to go down to tonight's Phillies' game. I agreed.

Around six thirty we headed down - for once I didn't have to drive. We got into the game by the bottom of the second and parlayed our general admission tickets into 200 level seats. We're slick that way.

Good game ... Phils and D-Backs tied at one for forever ... seventh inning we decide to go to Chickie and Pete's, a bar within The Vet. Eric Gregg (Philadelphia native and exiled umpire) bartends there. I wanted to watch some of the Devils/Sens game. We drank some more.

We left in the top of the ninth ... the Phils brought in Mesa and he gave up eight million runs in the ninth and the Phils lost. Oh well ... I'm drunk.

We came back here ... to my place that is ... to play some Tiger Woods golf on the PS2.

Five minutes later, our friend Andy ("I hate to be left out of anything") shows up out of the blue. More drinking, more smoking, lots of salami and hot pepper cheese and Triscuits are consumed ... they left around one.

Now here I sit ... one twenty five in the AM.
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Drunk? check.
High? check.

Tonight's 'Buffy', '24', and 'NYPD Blue' on tape? check.

I'm gonna go watch some TV.