Had a good night last night. Hung out and all that, and in a rare event, woke up without any regrets. It seems most of the time when I drink, my first words the next morning are OMFG WTF? But I think I may have figured out how to avoid that. A little thing I like to call moderation. Revolutionary, I know.
Volunteering for every possible group at work finally paid off as I scored some free awesome tickets to the Astros game. Not a kickback because I don't even know where we got them or care.
Went with my old friend/former roommate/all-around good guy Greg.
Row 15 Dugout Level. Could have potentially been hit in the face with a foul ball or splintered bat, but luckily the fates spared me this time.
The best part was after when they had this Kolache eating contest. World famous eater
Joey Chestnut was there and dominated, downing 45 kolaches in 10 minutes or so.
$4500 For His EffortsI don't know if it's from my UT student section sports upbringing or what, but I love screaming and stuff at these sort of events, even if all the other suckers are lax. And if you've ever drunk with me, you know I lose my voice within about 30 minutes anyway.
I've never been able to figure that out. Ostensibly, I think it's because I don't talk that much in my day-to-day life, being mostly alone in my cube and then at home. So whenever I have to raise my voice at a game or a bar-type atmosphere, it becomes all horse and crackly right away.
Or because I have the sweet tender vocal chords of an angel.
After the game I reunited with some more of the old guard, Philthy Phil, and the entity known collectively as Jamber. Had a beer called Sisyphus. If that's not a product of destiny, I don't know what is.
6 of the next 9 days are off, which means there's alot of Madden playing and working out in my future. Due to 5 stitches and then my subsequent freak heel injury, I haven't run at the park in 2 weeks (gasp!). Fixing to go try to break that streak. If I end up dead, just wanna say it's been fun.
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