Like the holocaust, but the EXACT OPPOSITE!

Like the holocaust, but the EXACT OPPOSITE!
13th – 14th of December
Thursday evening started out a lot like many other nights, by following a miserable day at work. After downing some Disaronna on the rocks (it reminds me of Christmas time when the eighty degree weather outside makes me forget) I decided to head to the newest "hot spot" in town, The Dirty Iguana. The local crowd of college students I have become acquainted with had just finished finals and seemed to be in an ambitious mood to soak in the new atmosphere as well as some social lubrication. After several shots in supportive celebration, thoughts of an alarm clock (a very blurry alarm clock) began to flash through my minds eyes until I decided to head back to the house and rest up, not as much for work the next day as for lunch, which I anticipated to be the highlight of my work day.
After spending my lunch hour gorging on soul food at Owens Boarding House, the afternoon was spent wallowing in a general malaise. As the big hand came around and another day/week of working for the man concluded, the realization of a three day weekend awoke me and set the gears in motion. There is something about "three day weekend" which triggers a vibe in my mind that quickly travels to my soul and takes over like a controlling girlfriend, but in a much more pleasant way. Before the evening had really begun, I showed up at Oasis. I found myself with a cue stick in one hand and a Philly cheese steak and a beer being juggled in the other (I'm quite a delicate individual if you're not getting the picture). Before long Joe Tuff and I decided to head to the rookery where Tyler was more than eager to serve us all up a shot or two of the things dreams are made of. When it got crowded and our group grew and became restless, Red Eye was the next natural stop. Band Toolshed Ginger was jamming out and for some reason that didn't stop a couple of us from randomly busting out the most awesome (disclaimer: All opinions of my singing are based on my state of mind at the time and how I currently recall the events, the possibility of this in fact being an insulting and disastrous experience to others is entirely possible) a cappella rendition ever of "Don't Stop Believing" by Journey. As the night seemed to be winding to and end we began to wander back towards home but somehow wandered into Club Extreme. We ordered a final round of beers and much like an emo kid trying to make it through high school we struggled to finish our drinks. Finally satisfied with the evening of tomfoolery that preceded us we went our separate ways (I swear that is not an intentional Journey reference) and once home my head hit the pillow with a thud almost as loud as the throbbing that would awaken me later that day.