Yaaaaawn. I may
have just woken up from a four-hour nap.
Though most of the time I’m partying, when I’m not, I’m recovering from
partying. Sleeping half the day is just
a surefire way to make sure I will be ready to party even harder the next time.
Still, I think I might just go back to sleep in ten minutes…but the next
time…
Last night wasn’t supposed to be a party as much as an
ochem review session. But the
Bears/Lions game was on, and as a Chicagoan, it would have been a moral crime
for me to miss the game. So I ditched
ochem early, showed up at my buddy’s, grabbed some cab, and performed my civic
duty. It quickly became apparent that
the shortest route to debauchery was to drink on every penalty. Oh division rivalries.
Shortly after half time my newly engaged friends came over and we had
champagne. Unfortunately, the champagne stopped at the engagement, because there was nothing on television to celebrate. Not long into the third
quarter, the game quickly went from being entertaining to just holy
whatthefuck. They were the anti-Midas of
the football world – everything the Bears touched turned to shit. You wouldn’t even know it by looking at the
stats of the game, but once we started to lose, it was like a condemned man
being slowly tortured to death. And it’s
not even Cutler’s fault. Other than him
and Forte last night, the whole team just bloody sucked. No receivers, no offensive line. But we were thoughtful to Detroit – we allowed Jahvid Best to score an 88-yard touchdown, which is the longest run the Lions have had since fucking 1950. Major facepalm.
Not quite as cute as a kitten.
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