Having just woke up on my couch this very second not exactly knowing what transpired only a few hours ago is something I should probably be worried about but I'm not....at all.
What started off as a appearance at a co-worker's wedding turned into a crazy event.
For obvious reasons, mainly......open bar of top shelf alcohol.
A half side room full of staten island Italians which most people outside of the tri state area believe are how all New Jersians are. Trust me, my lovely friend Rexx can co-sign for me on this one.
A good amount of cooped up middle aged co workers ie. Cougars and would be predators.
One said cougar who a few months ago professed her feelings for me and pretty much the cat is out of the bag on that one. ( For the record, nothing has ever happened with her and never will).
So throw alcohol and you have women playing mind games between themselves, newly made in-law family members fighting and already starting shit. Sirens and cops breaking up fights.
The mist and fog rolling off the beach which swallowed the hotel whole. One of the last things I do remember completely is requesting "bark at the moon" by ozzy and actually having my request fulfilled. You can imagine how that one went over in that room. I'm anticipating a phone call or at least a text later from someone at least letting me knowing something about the rest of the night.
There's pictures out there somewhere, I have to look. Monday morning will be interesting.
Enough about all that.
My Mets have been kicking some ass as of late. Don't really like expressing my joy too much or at least enjoying this streak because the Mets have let me down seriously over the years. It's like that ex of yours who you always find yourself getting back together with only to end it shortly thereafter. Feels good, especially just to rub that one in the Filthies face.
I should probably get back to sleep but don't see it happening. Fuck, if I only had Waffle House
I've lost the train of thought so on that note I bid you all a good day and everyone after that.
Let's Go Mets!!!!!
What started off as a appearance at a co-worker's wedding turned into a crazy event.
For obvious reasons, mainly......open bar of top shelf alcohol.
A half side room full of staten island Italians which most people outside of the tri state area believe are how all New Jersians are. Trust me, my lovely friend Rexx can co-sign for me on this one.
A good amount of cooped up middle aged co workers ie. Cougars and would be predators.
One said cougar who a few months ago professed her feelings for me and pretty much the cat is out of the bag on that one. ( For the record, nothing has ever happened with her and never will).
So throw alcohol and you have women playing mind games between themselves, newly made in-law family members fighting and already starting shit. Sirens and cops breaking up fights.
The mist and fog rolling off the beach which swallowed the hotel whole. One of the last things I do remember completely is requesting "bark at the moon" by ozzy and actually having my request fulfilled. You can imagine how that one went over in that room. I'm anticipating a phone call or at least a text later from someone at least letting me knowing something about the rest of the night.
There's pictures out there somewhere, I have to look. Monday morning will be interesting.
Enough about all that.
My Mets have been kicking some ass as of late. Don't really like expressing my joy too much or at least enjoying this streak because the Mets have let me down seriously over the years. It's like that ex of yours who you always find yourself getting back together with only to end it shortly thereafter. Feels good, especially just to rub that one in the Filthies face.
I should probably get back to sleep but don't see it happening. Fuck, if I only had Waffle House
I've lost the train of thought so on that note I bid you all a good day and everyone after that.
Let's Go Mets!!!!!