Tuesday, September 07, 2004
And welcome to the day after Labour Day
This weekend was quite good, but I'm happy it's over. My sleep-deprived brain was starting to play tricks on me. Let's take it from about Thursday and go from there...
I'm not sure why I suddenly felt like drinking martinis on Thursday night, but I did. Listening to some blues and jazz, I did the alcoholic thing and drank about five martinis in the span of about three hours (that's just an estimate, as I really have no idea how much time had passed between martini number one and martini number five). I talked with Rawl that night, and told him what I was drinking. Well, that led into Friday night, as Rawl was getting the martini bug.
Friday night was another drunk. A couple of martinis and a twelve-pack of Sleeman Honey Brown later, and Rawl and I were standing out on the street talking away. Unfortunately, the master bedroom's window opens up onto the driveway, and Jacquie doesn't sleep through noises very well. We got told to shut up and come inside a couple of times before we finally gave up and returned to the house. Rawl crashed that night and was up and out of the house before Jacquie and I dragged our sorry asses out of bed.
I didn't get more than hour's sleep that night, unfortunately. You know what's it's like when you stay up way after you start getting the nods and your body decides to wake up again? Well, mix that in with some heavy drinking. I couldn't sleep. It was probably one of the worst bouts of insomnia I've ever had.
Saturday was all about getting ready for the Sunday barbecue. We picked up meat, buns, veggies and desserts. By 2:00, I was beat. I couldn't think straight enough to drive. I tried to have a nap in the late afternoon and evening, but it didn't work out very well. However, I slept like the dead on Saturday night.
Sunday was the barbecue. Sean and T (my parents' dog) came over about noon-ish and hung out as we finished our preparations for the 2:00 start time. My parents and Jacquie's parents went golfing and planned to return later in the afternoon. By 2:05, nobody else was there except Sean, Jacquie, T and moi, so Sean (aka Monkey Boy) and I got the GameCube up and running and played some Mario Kart: Double Dash. It was in the middle of a grand prix that our first guests arrived.
The barbecue was excellent. I believe the final count was somewhere around eighteen or nineteen people (I really must figure it out) in attendance. We ate a lot, drank a lot and then had a lot of leftovers. The highlight of the food was probably Steve showing up around 5:30 or 6:00 with a live lobster, which he butchered in the kitchen (making a mess, of course :P).
I'm not sure when the majority of the guests left, but I made sure to try to see each and every one out. Rawl was the last to leave -- unless you count Jay and Yvonne, who crashed in the spare room and didn't leave until Monday evening. Jay drank enough that he had a rough night. As far as I know, he was the only casualty. After he passed out, Rawl finished up drinking his water (by this time, he and I were both stone sober) and then headed out. That was about 1:30.
Monday was Dungeons & Dragons in the afternoon. I didn't get more than two or three hours of intermittent sleep on Sunday night, so I was somewhat off while trying to run the Monday afternoon session. Still, everything went fairly well, and the party managed to fight and scare off a young blue dragon. The cleric just about got toasted, but he lived through the help of the paladin's squire.
I slept like a dead baby last night and poured myself out of bed in time to start working.
I'm not sure why I suddenly felt like drinking martinis on Thursday night, but I did. Listening to some blues and jazz, I did the alcoholic thing and drank about five martinis in the span of about three hours (that's just an estimate, as I really have no idea how much time had passed between martini number one and martini number five). I talked with Rawl that night, and told him what I was drinking. Well, that led into Friday night, as Rawl was getting the martini bug.
Friday night was another drunk. A couple of martinis and a twelve-pack of Sleeman Honey Brown later, and Rawl and I were standing out on the street talking away. Unfortunately, the master bedroom's window opens up onto the driveway, and Jacquie doesn't sleep through noises very well. We got told to shut up and come inside a couple of times before we finally gave up and returned to the house. Rawl crashed that night and was up and out of the house before Jacquie and I dragged our sorry asses out of bed.
I didn't get more than hour's sleep that night, unfortunately. You know what's it's like when you stay up way after you start getting the nods and your body decides to wake up again? Well, mix that in with some heavy drinking. I couldn't sleep. It was probably one of the worst bouts of insomnia I've ever had.
Saturday was all about getting ready for the Sunday barbecue. We picked up meat, buns, veggies and desserts. By 2:00, I was beat. I couldn't think straight enough to drive. I tried to have a nap in the late afternoon and evening, but it didn't work out very well. However, I slept like the dead on Saturday night.
Sunday was the barbecue. Sean and T (my parents' dog) came over about noon-ish and hung out as we finished our preparations for the 2:00 start time. My parents and Jacquie's parents went golfing and planned to return later in the afternoon. By 2:05, nobody else was there except Sean, Jacquie, T and moi, so Sean (aka Monkey Boy) and I got the GameCube up and running and played some Mario Kart: Double Dash. It was in the middle of a grand prix that our first guests arrived.
The barbecue was excellent. I believe the final count was somewhere around eighteen or nineteen people (I really must figure it out) in attendance. We ate a lot, drank a lot and then had a lot of leftovers. The highlight of the food was probably Steve showing up around 5:30 or 6:00 with a live lobster, which he butchered in the kitchen (making a mess, of course :P).
I'm not sure when the majority of the guests left, but I made sure to try to see each and every one out. Rawl was the last to leave -- unless you count Jay and Yvonne, who crashed in the spare room and didn't leave until Monday evening. Jay drank enough that he had a rough night. As far as I know, he was the only casualty. After he passed out, Rawl finished up drinking his water (by this time, he and I were both stone sober) and then headed out. That was about 1:30.
Monday was Dungeons & Dragons in the afternoon. I didn't get more than two or three hours of intermittent sleep on Sunday night, so I was somewhat off while trying to run the Monday afternoon session. Still, everything went fairly well, and the party managed to fight and scare off a young blue dragon. The cleric just about got toasted, but he lived through the help of the paladin's squire.
I slept like a dead baby last night and poured myself out of bed in time to start working.
// posted by Chris @ 10:44 AM 
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