SO FRESH!

Ray, Corey, aRvin, Gwen, Mari, Daniel...all you motherfuckin' oldskool arcade game freaks, pay attention RIGHT NOW:

Classic Arcade Game Locations. State by state, city by city.

Pittsburgh's got a LOT, yo. Mostly at Kennywood. I'd be all about sliding on over there to get my Defender action happening....

Almost Lost Weekend

And I ain't talkin' 'bout no tropical-island mysteriousness with the incredibly hot Evangeline Lilley, either. Nope. Just another weekend of drunken revelry.

So, Friday night was the bizzy-bomb at Sunny's place. That dude can throw a serious goddamned party. Everyone was looking fly as hell, and there was tons of booze...about twenty gallons of which I personally consumed. Somebody brought a bottle of Cabo Wabo tequila (the blanco version, alas, not the reposado--but with Cabo Wabo, there's really not that much difference, since it's all so amazingly good), and...well, shots were done. Beer was drunk. Now, I hadn't eaten anything since 1 that afternoon. The booze went directly to my head, and by midnight I was incoherent. I'm talking ultradrunk: unable to do anything but sit on the couch and doze in my stupor. Apparently, strippers showed up at some point. I totally missed that...but, really, once you've dated one, the magic just kind of goes away and all you're left with is a half-nekkid chick shaking her titties for money. *shrug* It was still a righteous night...so righteous, in fact, that I ended up having to sit at Denny's for about an hour and a half guzzling water because I was so amazingly thirsty and dehydrated after the party. When I finally made it back to the Shadyhaus, all I could do was eat some Tums, drink another ten gallons of water, and pass out. The sleep would've been amazing had I not needed to wake up every two minutes to take a five-minute piss!

Ugh. Saturday was a day of recovery. I rarely get into the ultradrinking on anymore, and, christ, do I pay for it the next day. I couldn't do anything but sit around at the Shadyhaus like a Pegritz-shaped pillow that felt like warmed-up hell. It was cool, though, because I got to hang out with martygreene and popejeremy all day, and play with the cat--and, for once, just relax. Later that night, Andrea came over and we went to see Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit, which was about all we could theoretically do, since even then we still felt half-poisoned from the night before. Wallace & Gromit was hysterical, though: British animated humor is NEVER bad, but, lord, this was funnier than all heck. Simply awesome. And then I drove home and passed out again.

Today...grading. Lots of it. But first, I'm going to watch the new episode of Threshold and try to clean up some of this rathole I call a house.

BTW: uberdorq, you totally can work the farmer look. And iuile, that costume was the fucking shizznat!

BTW 2: I honestly can't believe I used to get ultradrunk three nights in a row every weekend when I lived in Pittsburgh. Jesus F. Christ, my liver must look like a necrotic raisin by now. BLEAGH!