Why, why would you do that.........

I have no clue where to begin. Worked late yesterday to prove to people that have been working here way longer than me that their software doesn't work the way they think it does. Not a good feeling cause they should know way more than me. Stopped off for a good ol' Penn Station sub on the way home. I had some spicy nacho Dorritos at the hotel that I thought would make good filler before drinking...........yadda yadda yadda........stomache cramps for almost an hour. Apparently, as we get older we become less tolerant to junk food and cheese in general. Tis okay, only a minor setback. I finally realized that the Beer Sellar is only a short walk away from the Days Inn and hoofed it over there yesterday.....which means that I can drunk walk all I want and no problems. It was a crazy night. My new fav bartender was working. She's a 7 out of 10 but once she told me she had a boyfriend she became an instant 10/10. I don't know what my deal is but, of late, I have a habit of finding extreme attraction to bartenders with boyfriends. Anywho, I was just chillin' and give head nods to the other bartenders to let them know that in fact I am a regular now. I busted one dude scamming hard on this pretty blonde that walked past but we "fist bumped" our way past it ;-) This old dude relocated to my position at the front of the bar. He was scamming hard on every squirrel in the place and I caught that he had a hearing aid in!! Gives me something to live up too ;-) So, after 4 pitchers, b/c I was walking and not driving, I make it home. In a typical rage, I pass out half-naked and spend the night sleeping on a friggin' mattress spring on my hip. I limped around all morning trying to get packed to check out. I'm no wuss by any means but damn my hip hurt. Shit, its 11:15am and its still sore. I guess that is my punishment for a night of imbibing. It was worth it ;-)