I Do It To Myself

Im sure the title makes it seem like I am beating myself up over a girl or something but its about me killing myself with back to back long nights. Im not sure what happened, but when I was younger I could get away with. These days I get one good night a weekend and then Im toast.

Lets start with the first night. The plan was to hang out at my neighbors until 11 something and at the latest be in bed around midnight, wake up at 9 and head to Ted's place in Norfolk to meet up with some old teammates. Imagine a movie or tv show where they put the scene in rewind and show what really happens. I start at the neighbors with a 6 pack of semi-expensive beer, which probably wasnt a good idea to begin with. I drink the first beer and then offer my roommate one(this would cut down on my chance of drinking too much, given how strong this beer is). I open the fridge to find one left, not good. I ponder what to do next and eventually decide its probably for the best, I will just get home sooner. A little later I get a text that eventually lands me in Foggy Bottom at McFaddens around the time I was hoping to be in bed. I get to the bar and before I even meet up with my friend, I put down shots of my favorite(soco and lime). I find my friend who is entertaining her best friend and they have a serious head start on me. At some point I lose my momentum and only get one more drink. McFaddens starts to die so I suggest The Gaurds(yeah I did it) and of course we stay there until last call dancing to shitty 80s music. I hate on The Gaurds but I always have a good time when I go there. So we head west from Georgetown when I live to the east and up. Im not sure how but one of the girls gets going on the number of holes available for straight men vs. gay men vs. the gay women(you had to be there). So we arrive to the city county hours after I was hoping to be in bed and arrive to bottles and bottles of liquor. I proceed to drink a few rum and cokes, a buttery nipple, warm jack, and probably another shot or two in a short period of time. At this point I realize I am not making it home as the drinks are hitting me quickly.
So I end up waking up at 9 like I had planned but I proceed to the bathroom fairly certain I am going to throw up. Some how I manage to keep everything in and proceed to crash on The Couch until noon(the time I planned to arrive in Norfolk).

I end up leaving out of Takoma feeling like shit around 1. I came damn close to falling asleep mutliple times but manage to make it Norfolk alive. I was dead at Teds, but Teds fridge fortunately contained around 20 Red Bulls with Vodka in the freezer. This allowed to me finally wake up some time after midnight and helped me to create a few hot tracks with Evan, Bolton and B Rodgers(If anybody has one of these songs on their voicemail...I would really like to hear one). This night ended up being fairly chill outside of the late night Saves The Day sing-a-longs with Ted.

Im not sure when my next day off is, but I am going to attempt to stay in town and let myself recover.