I started this weekend with a 22 mile bike ride with Christine, starting at my house, going past the Capital, through the UT campus and over to Flying Saucer. It's amazing how quickly the time goes by and how much biking you can endure when you have a friend with you.
I had three beers at Flying Saucer. I'm part of the UFO club there. While I was there, I did some accounting and found that three of the beers that already drank were not on my list. Since you can only have 3 beers in a 24 hour period, it's as though a whole day's worth of drinking was eliminated.
When I got home, I took a power nap. Once I came to, I headed over to Bo's house for some Rainbow Six: Vegas style terrorist killing. My snappy new computer with a dual-core processor, crazy fast video card, fast single platter hard drive, and 2 gigs of memory.
That evening, I met up with Rachael at Ginger Man to celebrate her friend Jessica's birthday. Afterwards, we went to Blind Pig until they herded us out the door.
On Sunday, I slept until 9:00. Then I called Cory and we met Bo and Betty for lunch as Jimmy Johns. After that, went to Bo's to play a little more R6: Vegas. Around 4 I went over to the east side to Nomad's, which is turning into my regular Sunday afternoon thing. I met Christine, Jared, and Jen (the original) for a few hours of drinking until the sun decided to go down. Ahh, reminds me of when Tim, Richard, Christine and I would go down to Montrose in Houston on Sundays. Good times.
Then, I headed back home and collected wood from my back yard, bundled it up in a box and shipping blanket, and headed over to Jen's (still the original). There I met, Christine, Jen (of course), Cory and Tess. I even saw Jason for a brief time. I traded my wood for beer and we sat down next to Jen's fire pit and enjoyed the smoke and coals until almost midnight. I stripped down and put my smoky clothes in a pile next to the garage for an intense washing.
I thought I was safe after a thorough shower and multiple hair washings but, this morning I was reminded of how persistent the smoke smell was. Once in the confined space of my car on the way to work, I realized my shoes still reeked of the smoke smell. I'm going to have to suffer through an entire workday catching whiffs smoke emanating from my shoes. However, I feel worse for Christine and Jen who could not get the smoke smell out of their hair.
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