Currently, laid up on the couch. Feel like dying, raging hangover. In some kind of drunken mishap last night I injured my foot. I can barely walk on it, but it’s not swelling, bleeding and I can rotate it, so it’s just good old icing, ace bandage and a steady diet of Advil. Don’t remember what I did.
Pissed though, tonight is Heather’s going away/birthday party and I really wanted to come out there but Doctor’s orders I have to stay off my feet for a couple of days. That’s alright I’ll read Tim’s novella watch some TV and feel perfectly fine about not doing anything tonight. And it’s miserable out.
Scuba and his lady friend Marsha came into the city last night to go to the Yankees/Mets game. Sureshot and I met them for dinner at the Heidelberg to which the night was a massive drunken session. Between the four of us we each drank a boot of beer (6 normal beers), a bottle of wine, and a pitcher apiece of Hoegaarden at the Beer Garden in Astoria. Marsha got throw up on her, lost her cell phone, Scuba’s phone died, Sureshot lost his iPod and I injured my foot.
To say the least we don’t do anything on a small scale when we get together would be a massive understatement. It’s always a night to remember.
