Lost Weekend

I'm not entirely sure what transpired this past weekend. I chose to spend my time alternating between unconsciousness and chemically enhanced awareness.

I know I spent Friday night at The BAG, or so they tell me. Anything after 11 pm tends to blur into a random montage of experiences and interactions.

Saturday afternoon was spent making much sleep. Around 6 or 7 pm Rob and Bob (two fourths of Spare Change) came over to welcome Young Rob back to Jersey (he had been living in Arizona for a month or so), and to drink many Rum and Cokes while jamming on everything from Badfinger to Clutch. Then, we drank some more, and headed out to the Grasshopper to drink even more, and hang out with CHUMP.

It gets a bit blurry after that, and I could spend the next twenty minutes of my life blindly navigating my keyboard, attempting to convey the ill effects of the Study in Entropy that my weekend devolved into, but I shall not. On this day.

Suffice to say, I continue to test my limits, and I'm beginning to think I may very well be indestructible.

Hooray for me.