Posted by: GeekHiker | January 16, 2011

This’ll Catch Up With You, You Know

Eventually, my body is going to rebel from this pace.  Maybe it’ll just go on strike.  Demand better wages, more sane working hours, that sort of thing.

Weekend?  What weekend?

Sleep?  WTF is sleep?

How was your weekend?  Mine?  Geez, I haven’t done a schedule like this since I was in college *cough**cough**mumble**mumble* years ago.

Saturday was spent at work.  All. Damn Day.  No pansy half-day here: no, I rolled in at 7:30 and didn’t get out until 6:00.

Nor was it any easy, sit-at-your-desk-and-bang-out-a-spreadsheet kind of day.  Instead it was a day of moving around equipment, setting up workstations, mounting monitors (thank Gawd for the invention of electric screwdriver, or my journey towards the dark side carpal tunnel would be complete), and generally ending up as a stinky, sweaty, exhausted mess by the end of it.

* * *

To which, one would logically think: GH would head home, take a hot shower, and crash out with a movie from Netflix, right?

GH, sadly, is not that smart.

No, instead I headed to a friend’s house, cleaned up and changed, and carpooled out to a bar on the other side of town to celebrate a friend’s birthday.

Now, usually when I go out with my friends, it’s a pretty casual thing.  We have 1 or 2 beers, chat for a few hours whilst nursing said beers, stop drinking around 10:00, and head out around 11:30 or, at the very latest, 12:00 for home.  No spring chickens are we.

Not so last night.  No, last night we practically closed the place down.  And, although I only had a couple of beers, I swear they were of a higher ABV than what I usually drink since I seemed a bit tipsier than I usually get.  Well, either that or it was just beer coming on the heels of a 10+ hour day.

How much did it affect me?  I’ll tell you: in the middle of all this, I managed to do something that I can, with all honesty, say that I’ve never done before: I drunk-e-mailed.

*gasps from audience*

Of course, at the time, it made total sense.  It’s “drunk logic”.  (Men are especially susceptible to “drunk logic” when pretty girls are involved, just FYI.)  So it was in that drunk logic way, the way where things always make sense when the music is loud, the beer has a little more alcohol content than you expected, and a friend (friend?) is egging you on, that the following conversation occurred:¹

Very Buzzed Friend: Duuuuuuuude!  You should totally call her!

Slightly Buzzed Me: Uh, I don’t have her phone number…

Very Buzzed Friend {getting very excited}: Duuuuuuuude, no way!  You should totally e-mail her and ask for her number!

Slightly Buzzed Me {matching his excitement}: You’re right, I TOTALLY should!

Out comes the phone.  I punch out a quick, insanely stupid e-mail and hit “Send”.

Slightly Buzzed Me {excitement dipping}: I’m gonna totally regret this, aren’t I?

Very Buzzed Friend {still inconceivably excited}: Nahhhhhhhhh!  But, duuuuuuude: you need more beer!

Slightly Buzzed Me {attempting to push own neuroses out of mind}: Yes.  Yes I do.

At least this time I can blame something else, or rather someone else, for this one…

* * *

By the time I crawled in to bed, it was 2:30 on Sunday morning.

Now by this point, having been up almost 24 hours, you’d think I’d have slept in til noon, right?

Again, not so much.

No, I was up at 7:30, eating a stale pastry in the kitchen, then showering and jumping in to… *sigh*… homework.

Yes, my fine fair readers, I’ve spent most of today doing homework.  And cleaning the kitchen.  And heading out for a walk to $tarbucks (to try and fill my “outdoor” quotient for the weekend).  And attempting to cram in a little fun reading.  And watching a DVD that’s been sitting around for a week and a half. And writing this post.

In short, attempting to squeeze an entire weekend’s worth of stuff (hell, maybe even a three-day-weekend’s worth of stuff) into a single Sunday.

* * *

But, tomorrow?  No, Monday isn’t a holiday for me.  I’ll be slogging in to work first thing in the morning.

At least the commute should be easier, though this is a mixed blessing.  On the one hand, you think “Wow, the commute is so easy!”  Then, you remember: “oh, yeah, it’s only because everybody else has THE DAY OFF.”

At some point, I’m sure this is gonna catch up with me.  I’m not as young as I used to be, ya know.  I wish I could tell you that I’m doing this as some way of trying to re-live my misspent youth, or my exciting college days, but that’s not it.  Truth is, back in college, I was a helluv’a lot more square than I am now.  Friday night’s then usually involved the X-Files, either at my place or The Best Friend’s, not staying out at bars until 2:00 am.

With any luck, I won’t pass out on the keyboard at work tomorrow…

* * *

¹ Note, this conversation may or may not have happened entirely in my own head.²

² No, seriously.  I mean, I distinctly remember having the conversation, but I can’t remember which one of my friends I had it with, so maybe I had it with my own conscience?³

³ Which, whatever the case may be, only shows that after all these years, I still need half a beer in me to screw up the courage to ask a cute girl for her phone number…


  1. Oh, can always count on you, GH! Thanks Goodnes I wasn’t the only one suffering from post-drunken regret Sunday

  2. Sounds like you had fun at least on Saturday, right and in the grand scheme of things, that’s all that matters! I started drinking at 2pm on Saturday and was still drinking 10 hours later, was talked into having 2 Adios Muther Fvkers (which I havent had in over 7 years), combined vodka, beer, wine, yes it was a long day/evening of hanging out and drinking— didnt crash until 3am, got up at 8am, was kind of sluggish the following day, but do not regret any of my choices, I had a great time.

    Life is too short to get caught up in routines and working non stop, I’m just glad you got to cut loose a little. I doubt you’re going to stop and say to yourself “I wish I had worked just a little bit harder”. You deserve to have a little more fun.

  3. Duuuuuuuuuuude! That was so totally wicked. In the best way possible. I almost envied you. Almost, because then I remembered what a hangover feels like after 30 and then I didn’t, but still! THE FUN! You know, in general, I’m so glad you had that few crazy days. It helps to get out of the routine funk 🙂

    Cheers! (PS Oh, you put me in such a great mood! It’s almost 11p over here and now I want to get out the wine!)

  4. Wow … just wow.

  5. Call me!! 🙂

  6. I am just jealous that you relived my 20s (actually that’s totally not true but it sounds good to pretend that I had a crazy 20s)!! Sometimes the only way to keep sane is to go a little crazy, according to a very wise friend of mine. So let your hair down (just sayin’) from time to time — it’s liberating! 🙂

  7. Sounds like a much-needed good time! Good for you, mate!

  8. sorry that your life is so insanely exhausting right now, but WOOT for your night out. stop analyzing it post-fact and just enjoy it. you were spontaneous and free – i’m jealous. i was telling ron russo just yesterday that i may never be able to get drunk or anything else again because even if we go out for the evening, how can i possibly come back home not sober?

    but most importantly – did you get a response to the email?

  9. who is she??? i’m dying to know! but totally agreed with most others: sometimes you just have to go out and have some fun. let loose and don’t think too much 🙂

  10. Hahahaha you’re totally reverting to your teen years! I guess if 40 is the new 20, you really are still a teenager.

    Don’t knock the drunk decision-making process. If it hadn’t have been for a little too much wine one night, I never would have re-signed up for online dating and would never have met my husband-to-be.

    I think it’s great that you’re staying out until 2:00 and behaving mischievously. And I hope it doesn’t catch up with you because it’s fun to read about. 😛

  11. Yeah, did you get her number?!

    And hey, as long as you didn’t pull a Favre, you’ll be all right. . . .

  12. I think you need to perfect the under-desk-nap. I used to do it all the time when I worked full time, and studied full time (leaving something like 3 hours a night to sleep)

    Basically, you crawl under your desk and nap, it’s not that hard, but you do have to always make sure you have a pen or something down there, so if you get caught, you can be all ‘ah! here’s my pen, I’ve been down here looking for it for ages!’

  13. You just need to drink UT beer. The 3.2% requirement ensures you’ll be so full you’ll stop drinking long before you’re inebriated enough to do anything stupid.

    Great blog BTW. Love the photos.

  14. I’m can’t wait to the follow up post to the email!!

  15. Hebba – Yeah, but it isn’t a really spectacular post-drunken regret Sunday. I mean, I’m not going for a Charlie Sheen level of regret, but still…

    Ruth – Wait, I thought the rule was not to combine colors of alcohol…?

    Narami – LOL, did you just quote the kid in “The Incredibles”? Yeah, that after 30’s hangover is just no good. Glad I put you in a good mood, though!

    Homer-Dog – Does that mean you’re impressed or dismayed?

    Spleeness – LOL

    SkyBlueStateOfMind – Your friend is very wise… though my hair is a little too short to “let down” 😉

    MissMcCracken – it was indeed.

    BlakSpring – You guys will just need to find a weekend out of town. Then you can just stumble back to the room. 🙂 And, maybe…

    Seine – LOL, I have to have some mysteries, don’t I?

    MelHeth – Nah, I was boring back then, so I can’t be reverting much. And it did sorta catch up with me… *sigh*

    AbsurdBeats – Y’all are so curious! But, no, no Favre!

    LeafProbably – The under-desk nap sounds lovely, but I’m sure someone would wake me up to ask a stupid question…

    HunnerWoof – Welcome in. Thanks for the compliments. As for the beer, I dunno, isn’t part of the excitement of life occasionally doing something stupid? LOL

    JENNeralizations – Hmmmm… writing it tonight, but it’s probably not what you’re expecting…

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