Saturday

I went to bed Saturday at around 4am, after puking my guts out on some lawn in Logan's neighborhood. I didn't even have a lot to drink. In this order, I drank: a Corona, a tequila shot, a Jaeger shot, another Corona, and another Jaeger shot. I've never been a believer in a proper order for drinking (i.e. liquor before beer and vice versa, mixing different liquors, etc), but apparently the liquor gods came out and made sure I learned the lesson. At least I didn't soil my brand new shirt I'd bought earlier that day. I suppose that's the bright spot.

Anyway, I felt like total shit all day. My body must have really been fucked because I managed to stay asleep until the afternoon. I still felt dizzy and had a terrible headache when I got up, so I ate some food. My stomach was still unsettled, but I had to fight through it. I started moving around my apartment at about 4:30. I made my way to the Metro station to catch the light rail to the stadium for the Texans game. We played the Denver Broncos, and lost 20-14.

Two things struck me at the game. First, the utter incompetence of the concession stand workers. I hate to talk about my own people, as most of them are black, but it is awful. It should not take 10 minutes to get an order of a prepackaged hot dog and a coke. It also should not take a long time to figure out that if the hot dog is $4.75 and the coke is $3.25, then my total is $8.00. No calculator, no group meeting needed. Fuck! And know the prices of the items, too. There's only like 9 things you can buy: 2 types of hot dogs, 2 types of nachos, 2 sizes of beer, and 3 sizes of soda. Memorize this shit! There's no need to ask your dumbass coworker for the fucking price every time. It backs up the line and makes me miss more of the game than I need to. Jesus this is fucking infuriating!

Second, I don't know what it is about football season, but it's like all the white girls in Houston just get fit and show their shit off at the stadium. Holy Jesus you are hot! I forgot I was with my parents yesterday and I found myself making comments about each woman who passed by. My mother said I had to stop. Ladies, the game doesn't even matter anymore, I just want to look at you. Anyway, after the game, I decided it was time to join 24hour fitness. So I am joining tomorrow.

The House threw a party Saturday night which was pretty fun. I didn't drink any alcohol because I still felt the effects of Friday night. I had a bottle of water and a few cups of Coke. There were some cool people there. There was this one girl, Francine, who was pretty good looking, but I'm not sure about her status. She's Mike D's friend, but I don't know what kind of friend she is. Don't want to step on Mike's toes. I felt bad because she really tried to strike up conversation, I just couldn't figure out how to make it go anywhere. Hopefully she comes around more.

I took Craig home and met Philip and Keith. Discussed some football and the Astros. Then I went home.

New girls: approx 4
New digimons: 0
Outlook: Not looking good