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I was/am hammered (yes, I had a DD). It was a great night for an outdoor wedding and the ceremony was only 10 minutes long. We also had a babby-sitter for the boys so we had no worries with them and it was nice, for a change. Temps were in the upper 50s or low 60s. Perfect weather. Keg beer. Vodka. A little wine. We even drank during the wedding ceremony. It was unique to say the least. Ha. It was basically drop the gift off at the gift table, proceed through a line of booze, and take your seat. Did I mention the ceremony was only 10 minutes long? It was perfect.
I saw a bunch of friends I hadn't seen in quite a while and some were showing some nice cleavage. I always appreciate that.
Anyway, after the hour drive home and my mother-in-law talking the entire time b/c she drank two glasses of wine and a beer, I remembered that I dvr'd the Cards/Pirates game. My uncle, who was at the wedding, told me the Cards were up 3-2 when he turned his car off. Needless to say, I was excited to get home and watch the game in peace and quiet (and again, after a great evening).
So, I just watched the Cards/Pirates game. The Cardinals just took a huge dump on my great evening. I won't get those 2+ hours back. I really want to yell as loud as I can (but the wife and kids are sleeping). I can't believe I watched that.
I feel like I'm hallucinating and that it could be b/c of all of the alcohol. I'm pretty sure we were up 10-3 in the 8th inning and 11-10 in the 10th.
I don't get it. I feel like I did when Tatis hit the two grand slams in one inning. It just doesn't seem real or even possible. We could sink faster than the Titanic after this one. I feel sick. That could be the alcohol too, but I think it's a combination of that shitball I just watched and the booze.
Also, any comment I ever made indicating my preference for Perez to be our closer, you can disregard. We don't have a closer.
Holy fuckin' shit, where's the Tylenol?
I saw a bunch of friends I hadn't seen in quite a while and some were showing some nice cleavage. I always appreciate that.
Anyway, after the hour drive home and my mother-in-law talking the entire time b/c she drank two glasses of wine and a beer, I remembered that I dvr'd the Cards/Pirates game. My uncle, who was at the wedding, told me the Cards were up 3-2 when he turned his car off. Needless to say, I was excited to get home and watch the game in peace and quiet (and again, after a great evening).
So, I just watched the Cards/Pirates game. The Cardinals just took a huge dump on my great evening. I won't get those 2+ hours back. I really want to yell as loud as I can (but the wife and kids are sleeping). I can't believe I watched that.
I feel like I'm hallucinating and that it could be b/c of all of the alcohol. I'm pretty sure we were up 10-3 in the 8th inning and 11-10 in the 10th.
I don't get it. I feel like I did when Tatis hit the two grand slams in one inning. It just doesn't seem real or even possible. We could sink faster than the Titanic after this one. I feel sick. That could be the alcohol too, but I think it's a combination of that shitball I just watched and the booze.
Also, any comment I ever made indicating my preference for Perez to be our closer, you can disregard. We don't have a closer.
Holy fuckin' shit, where's the Tylenol?
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