Another grand adventure: Preview!

In a few moments, I'll be leaving to pick up my buddy Joe in the cities.

It's funny, but Joe is my most reliable road trip buddy now.

He's the same guy who went to Sioux Falls with me on a days notice. Now, we're off toi La Crosse for NFL draft weekend. A carload that had 6 people going at it's high point has had all but two people back out.

I guess AJ and Craig still haven't told me no yet, but I've got a pretty good feeling that they aren't coming. Pat, after a good 6 months of hounding on my part (and two I'm in's and countless I'm not comings on his part) is going to play dork games in Brainerd. Curtis's car broke down. Casy would come if he didn't have an infant son.

I don't blame anyone for not coming, but the window to take a weekend off from the routine to go get drunk and look at a lot of hot girls in downtown La Crosse friday night, wake up watch the draft drink and barbecue on saturday before an encore at the bars, and a drive home with a headache on sunday, that window gets smaller every year. Someday, we'll all be married, we'll all have kids and careers (or a sailboat in Florida) and a weekend like this won't even be an option.

Oh well, Joe got the weekend off from wis wife and kids, and we're off to get D-R-U-N-K tonight, and see what happens the rest of the weekend.

The rest of the world be damned, its DRAFT WEEKEND!

I miss those days: Turning 21

It's funny how a person can grow up over time, and not even know it.

I'm 24 years old. I still feel like I did when I was 22 and joined Phi Delta Theta. I'm not going out multiple nights a week and getting wasted, but I still drink a lot. So not much has changed right?

I didn't think so.

At least, not until TimmyTim and Caroline turned 21.

TimmyTim, my dear now former roommate, went nuts. WE used to drink around the apartment. Get drunk off beer, be a little loud and pass out. My kind of drunk night. WE'd do it probably a couple nights a week.

Then TimmyTim turns 21, and holy shit. He went nights. He started going to the bar every night. He would come home FUCKTARDED, be loud as hell, wake me up, use every ice cube we had in A glass of water, and pass out hard, missing class the next day. This went on for WEEKS.

Holy cow, it was NUTS. Suddenly, the guy who was never available to pick me up at the bar in the fall was calling me when I was asleep Monday through thursday nights, wanting a ride. If I didn't answer, he'd just come wake me up and be pissed off when I yelled at him. On the weekends, he would call up Phi Delt sober cab (something he hasn't had to do in about 2 years, and something that wasn't appreciated since he doesn't have time to do anything with the chapter).

It was out of controll.

And I thought back to how annoyed when my roomate from when I was 22 would leave me bitchy notes all over the place, especially days after I went out.

I had no idea what an ass I was being.

Katie, I know you don't read this and probably never will, but if you do I'm sorry. Especially for the time I threw up on your sofa.

And TimmyTim, I know you never read this either, so I hope you pass out one of my last nights in town so I can marker the shit out of you again.

The NFL draft

I heart the NFL draft.

I heart it real good.

It is the day when NFL hope springs eternal. It always seems like you're one good player away from winning the Super Bowl (Unless your the cardinals or 49ers), and that first round pick is sure to be the guy.

32 teams rolling the dice and hoping their pick is as good or better than they're supposed to be.

And I'e become certain that nothing can be published about the draft without saying: Ryan Leaf.

Hard times leaving 'Kato town

I just said goodbye to my roommate TimmyTim.

It was really, really hard.

I know I won't see much of him after this. We're not living together in the fall, and he doesn't really hang out with anyone who doesn't smoke pot.

It sucks. I'm going to miss that kid. Over the last year, I have not had a more loyal friend. Some things he did annoyed me, but man, he always had my back. Like last night, when the bars finally closed, the birthday party was over and we were stumbling across yards and falling over fences trying to find a shortcut back to apartment. Timmy helped me over to my puking tree. He helped me into the bathroom so I could finish puking my guts out.

Sigh, it was a good run.

TimmyTim, thanks for everything man.