my weekend…

so it's been a hell of a weekend.  started off at hibernia right after i got off work where a bunch of us drank our asses off to the tune of a 500$ tab (which we're told sets the record for highest tab at the months old bar!).  there was anywhere between 6 and 8 of us at any given time and we went through a hell of a lot of alcohol.  how much?  well, we played "what do we remember" last night and ot my recollection i put down at least 5 baby guinnesses, 4 irish car bombs, 2 jager bombs, and several pints of stoli vanilla and club.

in any case i didn't become the drunk asshole you'd imagine i would after that amount of liquor.  at least not until i got home around 530am and called my aunt to see if my cousin had made it home and to tell her some stuff.  what'd i say?  good question.  i have little to no recollection of the call other than thinking it was a good idea.

so thursday rolled around and wasn't so bad.  woke up around 1, sans hangover (though i did take a couple of aleve for good luck) and went about the day.  had no appetite which is god as i don't really like anything the family eats on thanksgiving anyway.  the apple pie was delicious though.

then came friday.  hit up f.a.t.s. by penn station to watch the ranger game.  good times.  excellent food.  they have a buffalo chicken sandwich which is served on a pretzel roll.  i think everything in this world should be served on a pretzel roll. 

after the game we hopped the lirr to woodside to continue the night at sean og's.  on the train we had a fascinating discussion about priests and exactly what they'd do with and how they'd go about doing it with kids.  when i say we, i mean myself brian and adam.  christine wasn't too into the conversation. 

it never ceases to amaze me the shit we can talk about for much longer than you'd think would be possible.

so we got to the bar and brian had a friend show up.  she had gone to the same elementary school as we did, so we started sharing stories which eventually led to brian and i separately telling her why we thought our elementary school principal (sister kathleen michael) was a cunt.  these stories of course came after the "she's dead now?  good!" conversation.  of course this girl liked sister kate mike and had gone to her wake.  you'd think there'd have been an awkward moment there, but our hatred was too strong for that.

the conversation then somehow turned to the last quote form the night i posted…how this girl would make the perfect hitler youth.  she is a blonde haired, blue eyed wonder.  honestly, i've no idea how we got there or why, but i know i loved the quote.

oh, and also found out that apparently the season finale of entourage was filmed in woodside.  the guys are all from my neck of the woods.  i don't like the show and have barely watched it, but will definitely be checkin' out the episode on demand one of these days.  apparently they wind up taking over the bar next door to the dunkin donuts i usually drunkenly hit up on my way home right under the 61st street train station.

so that was my holiday weekend…how bout yours?