1. Kill time with someone - Check!
2. Get new plugs for my ears, as I lost one in Baltimore - Check!
3. Eat a bunch of food - Check!
4. Play some pool and have a few beers - FAIL!
5. Help Brandon hang a TV in his living room - Check (sort of.... Bedroom)
Well, that all went well... if I was a doctor that kind of performance would be totally inexcusable.. but if I was a baseball player, I'd be Hall Of Fame bound. I'm not, and I'm not. I'm just some dude who considers 4 out of 5 to be a pretty good haul, and the one I've missed is the one I care about least.
Friday. I worked. It was GREAT. Bucket came up around 3:30p and we left for my house. We stopped on the way to my house and picked up some cocktails (read: 30 pack of PBR and a fifth of Mount Gay Extra Old). We got back here and I climbed into the shower. I had a feeling that I should be less dirty than I usually am, and I'm glad I did because I would have been a mess. We left to go to Hattrick's where we met Emily, Maria, Jaime and Jeremy. We bullshitted for quite a while and had a few drinks. Bucket, Emily and I left and came to our house, then left our house in route to the grocery store. Tacos were on the menu, and probably still on the counter. I was kind of a slob this weekend... umm, and part of this week so far. We came back to the house to make and eat said tacos. Around 1am Emily left. I walked her to her car to ensure a small gang of skateboarding ruffians didn't get pepper sprayed, and I walked back to my house.
TRAGEDY STRIKES
I came inside and laid down on the couch. What I didn't know is I failed to close and latch the front door all the way. Me of all fucking people. I'm crazy about that door ever since losing my first cat and I will never know how I was not aware enough to shut my own front door.
I wake up at 8:45am and look for my kitty. I didn't see him anywhere. I started in the basement and worked my way to the attic, and then worked back from the attic and down to the basement. I was panicked, crying, helpless, scared and feeling very alone. I remember all of these things I said, and did and looking back on it, if it happened again right now I would react exactly the same. There is no concept of overreacting when something like that happens. You can't control the emotions that come rushing in, and you certainly can't control the intensity of those emotions. No one wants to feel like that, but in a sick way it was comforting to know I was still capable. I called everyone who was at my house the following day, I called Jaime, my mom, Mike and Brian. I went looking... everywhere. The surrounding blocks near my house, the highway that is 1 block away, thinking the worst...
People started calling me back and I kept looking. Finally I was walking back to my house to have another big ol' freak out, and who do I see coming to me from the bushes? Jim. Screaming. He was not happy about getting out, but was taking it seemingly better than his older brother was. I grabbed him and brought him inside and kind of collapsed on the floor with him. I was a sobby mess. It was really bad. But I found my boy, and I was really worried I would never see him again. I wish the same thing would have happened with his sister, but I haven't given up that I won't get a chance to have that reunion.
I love my friends with all of my heart. I hope they all know that I would do anything for them too. No matter how small, huge, or just fucking crazy. I would do it all with no questions asked in a heartbeat. Keep your friends as close as you can and to hell with your acquaintances.
Mike came over a little later in the afternoon and we spent some time listening to records. We left in the afternoon around 2 to go and meet Drew in the city and poke around in some record stores. I bought some records and a few CD's. I also stopped by Infinite and picked up some new plugs for my ears. They're a light red glass and 1/16" bigger than what I had before. They went in with relative ease, which made me happy. I need to remember to take them out at night so they don't wind up falling out and breaking. That will totally piss me off.
From South Philly, Mike and I said goodbye to Drew and headed over to Lincoln Financial Field. There was Gold Cup Soccer being played and we thought it might be kind of cool to check out. We were totally right. The first game was Canada vs. Honduras. Honduras won 1-0. The second game was U.S.A. vs. Panama. U.S.A. advances from that game. The semi-finals are being played right now, and I'd kind of get in to watching it. The Cubs are in town against the Phillies so I'm glued to that currently. Ted Lilly just gave up a 3 run shot... soccer is looking better. Ugh. I can't do 3 days of this.
We came home around midnight and I went to sleep.
I woke up the next morning pretty early, feeling a little bit rough from the night before... it was a rollercoaster and I was kind of a wreck towards the end of the day. Brandon came over around 2pm and we started with the TV hanging project. I'm not going into the gory details of how this all went down, but let's just say I got home at 7:45p, and I worked on hanging the TV for about 1 hour. It was mayhem. I'm glad it's over, but it was fun nonetheless.
Today, I worked. I'm now sitting here, drinking a PBR, listening to Against Me!, and watching the Cubs down 3-0 to the Phillies. I wonder what this week has up it's sleeve. I'm headed to a baseball game tomorrow night (which I fear will be rained out), and nothing planned for a while.
Goodbye.
I wake up at 8:45am and look for my kitty. I didn't see him anywhere. I started in the basement and worked my way to the attic, and then worked back from the attic and down to the basement. I was panicked, crying, helpless, scared and feeling very alone. I remember all of these things I said, and did and looking back on it, if it happened again right now I would react exactly the same. There is no concept of overreacting when something like that happens. You can't control the emotions that come rushing in, and you certainly can't control the intensity of those emotions. No one wants to feel like that, but in a sick way it was comforting to know I was still capable. I called everyone who was at my house the following day, I called Jaime, my mom, Mike and Brian. I went looking... everywhere. The surrounding blocks near my house, the highway that is 1 block away, thinking the worst...
People started calling me back and I kept looking. Finally I was walking back to my house to have another big ol' freak out, and who do I see coming to me from the bushes? Jim. Screaming. He was not happy about getting out, but was taking it seemingly better than his older brother was. I grabbed him and brought him inside and kind of collapsed on the floor with him. I was a sobby mess. It was really bad. But I found my boy, and I was really worried I would never see him again. I wish the same thing would have happened with his sister, but I haven't given up that I won't get a chance to have that reunion.
I love my friends with all of my heart. I hope they all know that I would do anything for them too. No matter how small, huge, or just fucking crazy. I would do it all with no questions asked in a heartbeat. Keep your friends as close as you can and to hell with your acquaintances.
Mike came over a little later in the afternoon and we spent some time listening to records. We left in the afternoon around 2 to go and meet Drew in the city and poke around in some record stores. I bought some records and a few CD's. I also stopped by Infinite and picked up some new plugs for my ears. They're a light red glass and 1/16" bigger than what I had before. They went in with relative ease, which made me happy. I need to remember to take them out at night so they don't wind up falling out and breaking. That will totally piss me off.
From South Philly, Mike and I said goodbye to Drew and headed over to Lincoln Financial Field. There was Gold Cup Soccer being played and we thought it might be kind of cool to check out. We were totally right. The first game was Canada vs. Honduras. Honduras won 1-0. The second game was U.S.A. vs. Panama. U.S.A. advances from that game. The semi-finals are being played right now, and I'd kind of get in to watching it. The Cubs are in town against the Phillies so I'm glued to that currently. Ted Lilly just gave up a 3 run shot... soccer is looking better. Ugh. I can't do 3 days of this.
We came home around midnight and I went to sleep.
I woke up the next morning pretty early, feeling a little bit rough from the night before... it was a rollercoaster and I was kind of a wreck towards the end of the day. Brandon came over around 2pm and we started with the TV hanging project. I'm not going into the gory details of how this all went down, but let's just say I got home at 7:45p, and I worked on hanging the TV for about 1 hour. It was mayhem. I'm glad it's over, but it was fun nonetheless.
Today, I worked. I'm now sitting here, drinking a PBR, listening to Against Me!, and watching the Cubs down 3-0 to the Phillies. I wonder what this week has up it's sleeve. I'm headed to a baseball game tomorrow night (which I fear will be rained out), and nothing planned for a while.
Goodbye.
I don't know what I'd do without that little guy...
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