WEEKEND UPDATE:

Since my weekends have started on Wednesday for the past two months...

Wednesday: Travelled with the aforementioned winners to the local hick establishment for beer. I don't know if anything fun happened because I was drunk. I ate nachos and jalapeno poppers...neither of which I paid for...yeah I guess it was uneventful and average for a Wednesday

Thursday: Skipped work and slept in. Our soccer player neighbors threw a party. They also have a foosball table set up, so my roomates and I challenged them to doubles. We beat them two games to none on their own table, stayed for a few drinks, and left. Our neighbors are cool, but their soccer friends are all douchebags (with a few exceptions of course). The party reminded me of Champaign frat parties...a bunch of guys ignoring the insanely attractive women so they can yell and scream with each other for no reason. The women were worth ignoring anyway..they just sat on the couches and said nothing. FunTown USA.

Friday: Skipped work and slept in. Thanks to one of the Springfield All-Stars I was tipped off about a crazy liquor sale at a CVS in town. My roomate Justin and I go. We buy about 25 bottles of wine (some were 3 liter jugs) and 3 bottls of gin for the low price of $45. After the windfall, I saw 'Blood Diamond' at movie theater. Loved it. Got hit in the arm by some crazy girl during every bloody action scene, so I dumped popcorn on her head (that last part was a lie).

Saturday: Spent the whole day setting up the party at our apartment. We decorated our apartment with Sparks and Keystone Light cans. Power hour to start the night: 8pm. It was interesting doing power hour with people who I have neverdone it with before. One couple showed up, sat on the couch, and barely said a word. By the time they got to 20 I was bombarded with stories, and incoherent laughter and sentence fragments. At one point, the female in that relationship went to her apartment for more beer. When she got back to my unlocked door, she tried to unlock it with the key to her car. She was drunk and shouldn't have tried to drive anywhere, especially in my sweet ass apartment. The night gets spotty after that...foosball...movie trivia...quarters...Dr. Mario...(edited for content)...asleep at 7am.

I got three hours of sleep that night, so my Sunday was shit...but I did have some kick ass omelettes. Now I'm at work on Monday (11:47 am) and I can't wait for the Bears to beat the shit out of the Rams. One thing about being so close to St. Louis is that I get to hear commercials about deep frying Lovie Smith.