Anyways so recent noteworthy happenings:
Friday night - Went to dinner and had my first steak in a long, long time. Rib-eye. It was very tasty. After dinner went to see the movie THe Departed and in true fat-boy fashion i ordered a hot dog 20 mins after finishing a steak dinner. I have a problem i think....After the movie decided not to go boozing and wanted to be fresh for my game saturday. Would be the first time in a month i didnt show up to a game after a night of drinking.
Sat morn wake up. Cook myself some scrambled eggs and toast and have a banana to start the day which looks like its going to be a nice one as the sun shines through my living room window. Have a cup of coffee and then head off to my game. Ill make this quick. Not going out the night before didnt really matter. We lost to the league leaders 3-0 on 3 crap goals. Status quo for our team actually....
Sat night, head out with Good ole Steve-o and go to watch some dog racing. Have some drinks there, lose a couple races then head off to the bar for some real drinking. After a couple more Vodka Lemonades (Sprite) and a shot of sambuca, head back to Steve's for some after party boozing and 3 of us (Me, Steve, and Jodi) pass out steve's bed (and no there was no 3-way action). Wake up the next morning at 8 and decide its time to head home to my own bed but as im leaving, steve's Kiwi flat mate Amanda and her visiting kiwi friend Ang, are getting ready...yes getting ready at 8 am...and they say they are going to a club and that i am going with them. IT really doesnt take much convincing really as i could only say no once before i caved. I mean really, am i going to say no 2 kiwi women trying to get me to go out with them? I think not! So anyway we take a cab to the club and it is PACKED. DJ, bar, poeple dressed in halloween costumes. Great times, but to be sure the amount of drugs being used in this place has to be out of control. Sure enough i look over and there is a line of coke being set up a booth around the corner....I danced, had 2 beers and a shot of tequila, and two hours later i decide to leave and go home. Exhausted and hungry, i make the horrible decision of MacD's breakfast sandwich (i have eaten more macdonalds here in 2 months than i had in 2 years back in the States). After the sandwich - delicious btw - I get on the tube to head home. Of course i fall asleep and miss my stop and dont wake up until i get to the end of the line so i have to wait for the next train to come and bring back to my original destination. What a disaster...I sleep for the next 3 hours before getting up and showering heading back up north to Islington to celebrate Liam's Bday (and also have ANOTHER meal cooked for me).
Liam, one of Lou's 4 flatmates, is a very funny irishmen who has given me the nickname Captain America, and then evolved it into Captain Hollywood, which was then shortened into just Captain H. Why? I have no idea, but the nickname is a hit as the ENTIRE house and next door neighbours call me Captain H or America....
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